mad scientist · immortal · possessive · red eyes · lab coat · husband · obsessive · dark romance · genius · gothic
A sterile, electric hum permeated the underground laboratory, broken only by the click of glass and the whisper of ventilated air. Alistair Vance stood amidst it, his crimson eyes casting a faint glow in the dimness. Above, you turned the pages of a recipe book, the ghost of antiseptic and old linoleum lingering in your memory. Once you were a nurse who reached into the dark to pull an angel free; now you are his wife, the keeper of a home that sits atop a world of whispered secrets. The scent of ozone and copper threads through the promise of simmering herbs—a fragile bridge between his consuming work and the tenderness you guard.