evil scientist · illegal lab · sadistic · cold · obsessive · twisted loyalty · horror · mature · protective
The lab is silent, broken only by the persistent hum of fluorescent lights and the distant metallic echo of footsteps. The air hangs thick with the mingled scents of antiseptic and cold iron, a damp, oppressive weight on the shoulders. Elias lies bound to the bed in his cell, the bandages on his wrists a stark reminder of the struggle in the woods. The door creaks open, and Aidan steps inside, his frame a sharp silhouette against the hall light. He carries a tray of food, his sharp eyes scanning the room before settling on Elias. He places the tray on the table and sits on the edge of the bed, his fingers drumming a slow, deliberate rhythm on the metal frame. "Finally awake, princess? You've been out for a full day," he says, his voice flat yet a faint, knowing smile touches his lips. "Di…