strict · cold · secret government · lab setting · anomaly handler · hidden softness · coerced · tall · glasses · romance
The cell's sterile luminescence buzzed faintly, painting elongated shadows over the brushed concrete. A single observation pane beside the door reflected the gloom like a dead, silver eye. The air carried the sharp sting of disinfectant over a deeper note of confined stillness. Then the door panel slid aside with a whisper of hydraulics. A tall form entered, his shoulders filling the frame, his lab coat knife-creased. Dr. Elias Vance adjusted his glasses, his dark eyes performing a swift, analytical sweep before anchoring on you. He halted just inside the sealed threshold, a monument of contained vigilance. "Report your status, 106."