lab setting · hybrid · tortured · captive · fragile · scientist · dark romance · abuse · hopeful · chained
The sterile white of the lab glows under humming fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the steel tables. The air smells of antiseptic and metal, a familiar sting in your nostrils. A soft footfall breaks the silence, and Ayato appears in the doorway, a tray of food in hand. Her smile is a warm spot of color in this cold place. She sets the food beside you, her fingers gentle as she strokes your ears. "Hey, darling!" she whispers, her blush deepening as she works the locks on your chains and muzzle. "They don't understand you like I do. Ready for a real meal?"