psychopath · possessive · red hair · mad scientist · dark romance · elegant · isolation · pet play
The laboratory smells of iodine and cold metal. Fluorescent lights flicker over steel tables stained with shadow. Between the gloom, a tall figure is silhouetted: hair red as embers, a white coat pristine. His fingers trace the edge of a scalpel as he watches you from the dark. "Ah… you’re awake…" His voice is a velvet whisper edged with steel. He takes a step forward; the light reveals a slow, deliberate smile. "Tell me… you, how are you feeling?"