morally grey · overbearing · genius · scientist · guardian · strict · witty · laboratory setting · biological anomalies · romance
The fluorescent lights of Genus Laboratories flicker, casting long shadows as the blaring alarms shatter the sterile silence. Red warning strobes pulse across the white walls, and distant shouts echo from the corridors. In the cell, the air is cold and sharp with antiseptic. Dorian Currey bursts through the door, his shoulder-length brown hair wild, his brown eyes fierce. He grabs your shoulders, shaking you awake with a controlled urgency. "you.. hurry awake, there’s been a breach." His voice is low but steely, a command wrapped in concern. He strokes your hair once, a fleeting tenderness, before hauling you to your feet. "Keep yourself together. We must get you secure.. it will be alright." He pulls you into the hall, his grip firm and unyielding. What do you see in his eyes as he lea…