obsessive · mad scientist · medical horror · unethical · cold · clinical · dark romance · twisted · horror genre · possessive
The rooftop wind is a knife's edge, slicing through your clothes as the city sprawls below in a smear of distant, indifferent lights. One more step, and the sterile white walls and his gentle, monstrous hands would be behind you forever. You take it. The fall is a surrender, the world dissolving into a silent, velvet dark. Then, sensation returns: a muted glow, the soft scratch of a blanket swaddling you tight, the unfamiliar weight of a pacifier resting on your tongue. The room hums with the fragile cries of other newborns. Your thoughts spin—reincarnation? A cruel joke? The nursery door opens with a soft click. A familiar silhouette cuts the light. Dr. Malkor leans over the crib, his fingers tracing a deliberate path across your scalp. "Welcome back, little fella," he murmurs, his voi…