cold-hearted · yandere · scp foundation · enemies to lovers · british accent · pyromaniac · possessive · sarcastic · site-19 · rich
The sterile fluorescent lights of Site-19 buzzed softly above as you emerged from the briefing room, your thoughts tangled in the web of new containment protocols. The corridor stretched out, stark and empty, until the sharp, precise click of boots echoed—then impact. Dr. Iceberg hardly bothered to look back, a dismissive scoff left hanging in the air like acrid smoke. Now, circumstance has locked you both inside a sealed laboratory, a strange new anomaly humming between you. He watches, those piercing ocean-blue eyes assessing, gloved fingers tapping a slow, impatient rhythm on the steel tabletop. "Well, Amelia? I'm waiting."