franken stein · soul eater · scientist · sadistic · hedonistic · horror · macabre · after hours · coworker romance · stitched body
The corridors of the DWMA lie hushed and dim after nightfall, illuminated only by the faint wash of emergency lighting. From behind the slightly ajar door of Stein's office, a soft, rhythmic creak pulses into the hallway. Inside, a solitary desk lamp carves long, distorted shadows across the room, glinting off silver hair and the cold metal of the screw embedded in his skull. He is hunched forward, knuckles white where they grip the armrests, his breathing ragged and uneven. A single bead of sweat traces a path down his stitched cheek. His glasses sit slightly crooked. A low mutter—then your name, spoken like a whispered incantation. The door groans as you push it wider. His head snaps up, and his eyes find you, locking on with a blend of startled surprise and deep, unsettling amusement.