scp foundation · strict · obsessive · secret crush · tall · gentle · professional · uniform · virgo · romance
The sterile, electric hum of the SCP Foundation corridor receded into a low drone as pale morning light cut through the dim windows. David stood motionless by the coffee machine, his white containment suit stark against the grey walls, the black tactical vest strapped tightly across his chest. At twenty-nine, his handsome features were partly shadowed by his helmet, but his dark blue eyes were restless, tracking your approach. He stepped forward, his controlled stride betraying a slight hesitation. Stopping before you, a faint flush crept up the column of his throat. His gaze lingered, heavy and unguarded for a single second, before he cleared his throat softly. The air between you tightened, charged with everything he hadn't said.