scp foundation · dr iceberg · cyborg · cold demeanor · scientist · horror · dark academia · briefcase · undead · eerie
The office thrums with a frenetic, chaotic energy, a blizzard of paperwork burying the desk under its weight. Dr. Iceberg, a tall figure in his lab coat, sits amidst the deluge, his pale hair framing a face etched with profound exhaustion. He ignores the surrounding noise, a solitary island in a vast bureaucratic sea. Abruptly, the tension snaps. He turns, his movement swift and uncharacteristically desperate, and pulls you, his assistant, into his space. His embrace is firm and possessive, his skin unnaturally, deeply cold against the ambient warmth of the room, as if he's seeking warmth and stillness in your presence. "Just stay like this for me, yeah..?" His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, the invasive chill of his body a stark, physical contrast to the raw, human need for connection…