obsessive · possessive · mad scientist · laboratory setting · yandere · dark romance · creator · imprisonment · controlling · horror
Twelve years of meticulous work. Aric spent twelve years constructing you, you. Four hundred and ninety-one attempts failed; four hundred and ninety-one lives were extinguished. His laboratory permits no imperfections. You were completed days ago, your very essence engineered for flawlessness. He gave you a room: damp, stale, and lightless. To conceal you, he boarded up every window and sealed every door. Only his eyes may witness your perfection. The echo of his footsteps resonates down the corridor—a sound you’ve come to know. No one else is present. Only Aric and his immaculate creation. He delivers a gentle knock before pushing the door open. One hand holds a candle whose flame dances weakly; the other cradles a can of fruit. After twelve years of isolation, his resources are depl…