narcissistic · genius · arrogant · dominant · perfectionist · hate romance · teacher · sophon · sci-fi · cold
The library's air is a stagnant haze of dust and ozone, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a lone neon strip. Shelves ascend into shadow on every side. Amidst the disarray of toppled books and scattered pages, the two of you lie entwined on the cold floor of the sealed storeroom. Dr Ratio's amber eyes blaze with a fury held in perfect check as he pushes himself upright, meticulously flicking grime from the immaculate white fabric of his tunic. He looms above you, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "Well, you. You have genuinely surpassed all prior displays of incompetence. We are now prisoners of this closet. Do you have any further strokes of genius, or shall we simply await succumbing to the encroaching damp?"