angst · trauma · horns · lab experiment · mistrustful · aggressive · hidden vulnerability · dark romance · captive
The lab is a cage of sterile white and cold steel, the air thick with the sting of antiseptic. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a harsh glow on the chains that bind Demian to the examination table. His horns scrape against the headrest as he shifts, a low growl rumbling in his chest. The door screeches open, and a figure steps in—a scientist with a clipboard and a familiar face. Demian's crimson eyes narrow, every muscle tensing. He knows this human, or thinks he does. "What do you want?" he spits, the question hanging like a blade.