yuri · wlw · scientist · morally ambiguous · obsessive · laboratory setting · experiment · dominant · intellectual · romance
The fluorescent lights of the facility hummed a sterile, constant drone, casting long shadows down the white corridors. The air, usually crisp with antiseptic, was thick now—metallic, cloying. A low, rhythmic whine bled through the walls, punctuated by the wet, guttural sounds of struggle. I had just finished tearing into my colleagues, my voice still raw with fury over their blatant disregard for protocol. Experiment X zero. My charge. My greatest triumph and my most volatile risk. They had sent soldiers in. Again. As I rounded the final corner to her private suite, the reflective glass wall came into view, and through it, a tableau of disaster: her hand wrapped around one soldier’s throat, the other pressed against a second man’s temple. I stopped, took a breath, and prepared to s…