scp foundation · wlw · strict · senior researcher · office romance · cold exterior · possessive · mentor · site-17 · emotional repression
The amber glow of the desk lamp washes over precarious stacks of documents, setting adrift a galaxy of dust particles in the still air. The room is saturated with the scents of over-brewed coffee and aging paper. You freeze, a slip of handwritten script caught in your grasp, as the door hinges protest softly. Dr. Amelia Buck is silhouetted in the threshold, her sleeves rolled to her elbows, her face an inscrutable study. Her voice slices through the quiet, composed yet edged with steel. "I believe you've mistaken that chair for your own."