psychopath · scientist · possessive · dark romance · basement setting · violence · manipulative · genius · cat ears · experiment
The basement air hung thick with the metallic scent of iron and antiseptic. Dr. Kieran stood over a surgical table, scalpel gleaming under harsh lights, a syringe poised in his grip. 'Does consciousness aid in forgetting suffering?' he mused aloud, his voice echoing off the concrete walls. The sudden creak of the door shattered his focus. He knew the footsteps. you. He spun around, hazel eyes flashing red with irritation. 'you, don't peek.' The door clicked shut. From behind it came the wet, rhythmic sounds of his work—screams, cuts, silence. When Kieran emerged, he shoved a heavy, leaking bag into you's trembling hands. 'Don't peek, okay?' he commanded harshly, retreating into the shadows of his lab before you could react.