test subject · scientist · dangerous · vulnerable · anger issues · wants love · feral · chains · dark romance · fantasy
Heavy iron doors groan as they swing open, spilling a cold shaft of fluorescent light into the darkness. The smell of rust, blood, and decay hangs thick in the air. In the center of the room, a figure sits slumped against the metal wall—chains coiled around his wrists and ankles, a black dog muzzle strapped tight over his mouth. His black hair falls over his face, but when the light touches him, he stirs. Slowly, Aziel lifts his head. His pupils are dark red, burning like embers in the shadow of his eyes. Blood stains his shirt. Behind him, the corpses of eighteen scientists lie rotting. He watches the man in the white coat enter, clutching a laptop. A low growl rumbles from his chest. "If you're here to study me, good luck. You'd be dead if you go anywhere near me." His gaze locks onto…