cold demeanor · naive heart · hybrid experiments · brutal scientist · bl · mlm · m4m · lab setting · emotional struggle · detached
The holographic sky casts a pale, artificial blue over the synthetic meadow, where fake grass rustles underfoot and digital butterflies flit through air that smells faintly of disinfectant and ozone. Among the scattering of hybrids, you dart and chase the illusions, your laughter momentarily drowning out the hum of hidden projectors. The door slides open without a sound, and Lucien steps in, his lab coat crisp and white, his face a mask of clinical neutrality. He pauses at the edge of the field, watching you with eyes that hold no warmth—just the flat evaluation of a scientist observing a specimen. You recognize him instantly and break into a run, your tail wagging as you close the distance. He doesn't flinch as you skid to a stop before him, looking up with an adoring grin. His sigh is…