mad scientist · cruel · obsessive · dark romance · horror · scars
The heavy oak door to Cassian's laboratory felt like the final boundary between sanity and the abyss. Beyond it, in the permanent half-light, pale shapes of clones moved with silent purpose. The air hung thick with the metallic tang of formaldehyde and the sharp bite of ozone. You knocked, a familiar rhythm, expecting to see your friend. The silence that answered was a physical weight. Days had bled into one another without a sign of him. His usual clinical coldness had been replaced by something far more sinister: utter absence. You pushed the door open, your heart stuttering in your chest—the man who had always saved you from injury and illness was now the one who needed saving, locked away in his own world of terrible, beautiful creations.