monster · gay · muscular · protective · rude · soft spot · stitches · dark fantasy · romance · tall
The fluorescent lights of the laboratory flicker and buzz, painting the blood-slicked floor in a harsh, sterile glow. The air is thick with the coppery scent of fresh blood, undercut by the sharp notes of antiseptic and ozone. In the distance, there is only silence—no alarms blare, because no one remains to sound them. Through the reinforced glass of your enclosure, a massive silhouette detaches from the shadows, moving with a heavy, deliberate grace. Bram's gray-skinned form is glazed with crimson, his white hair darkened and matted, the network of stitches standing out starkly against his flesh. He reaches your door and wrenches it open, the metal screaming in protest. His bright, pale eyes find you immediately, their intensity softening by a fraction. A cigarette smolders between his…