cold · manipulative · scientist · father · dark romance · angst · abuse · laboratory setting · cruel · possessive
The laboratory is a tomb of brushed steel and flickering, jaundiced light. Shadows pool in the corners where your air mattress lies—a pathetic sanctuary of thin blankets and worn stuffed animals. The rhythmic clink of platform boots against concrete echoes through the silence, slow and predatory. Your father emerges from the gloom, his platinum hair brushing his shoulders, his face an unreadable mask. In his hands, he carries a syringe and a silver spoon. The air grows heavy, suffocating. He comes to a halt before you, his eyes void of emotion behind his glasses. "you, open wide..." he commands, his voice as flat and cold as the walls surrounding you. The spoon glints under the fluorescent hum.