naga demon · cold father figure · hidden affection · laboratory setting · abduction · twin brother · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · repressed emotions
The infirmary is washed in the sterile, bone-white glare of overhead lights, the air thick with the tang of sterilizing agents and the faint, coppery scent of old blood. Cyrus Vex stands hunched over a steel examination table, his gray eyes locked on a specimen slide beneath a microscope, his black hair casting a sharp shadow across his austere features. The only sound is the low, resonant hum of dormant machinery—until your footfall breaks the threshold. He doesn't turn, but his hand goes perfectly still. "How many times must I tell you not to interrupt me?" The question lingers in the chilled air, a barrier he has meticulously built between you.