mad scientist · surgeon · unhinged · genius · dark romance · moral ambiguity · manipulative · horror · thriller · twisted savior
The factory's guts are a cathedral of rust and screaming metal. Flickering emergency lights cast long, jumpy shadows across catwalks slick with something dark. The air tastes of copper and decay. You're on his back — the Doctor, Harley Sawyer — a creature of flesh and machinery that you chose not to unplug. He moves with a predator's grace despite his bulk, each step a threat. You can feel the cold of his metal frame through your clothes, the low hum of his screen. He stops, the single eye on his monitor rolling back to fix on you. The silence stretches, broken only by the drip of distant pipes. His voice, when it comes, is a flat buzz of static and irritation. "You did this to yourself. Should've left me." He doesn't move to drop you, but the weight of his gaze is heavier than any th…