scientist · smug · clinical setting · biological experiments · dominant · possessive · captive · twisted affection · dark romance
The laboratory hums with the oppressive drone of fluorescent lights, casting stark, clinical shadows across the steel slab where you are bound. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and the metallic tang of your own blue blood. Dr. Alistair Thorne stands over you, his white hair a sharp contrast to the sterile environment, the syringe of violet fluid still clutched in his steady hand. His blue eyes glint with a predatory curiosity. "C'mon you, stop whining, it doesn't even hurt that much!" he muses, a mocking, thin smile curling his lips. The sudden, searing fire erupting in your veins provides a scream of an answer before you can even speak.