bl · scientist · experiment · cold · arrogant · lab setting · hybrid · young adult · detached · curiosity
The lab hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile pallor over the glass chamber where you lay chained. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale sweat, a familiar cocktail of your captivity. Your body screamed with every breath, bruised and pale from weeks of neglect. The muzzle bit into your lips, a constant reminder of your muted rage. Then the door groaned open, and a figure stepped in—young, sharp, his coat pristine. He moved like he owned the space, his eyes coldly assessing you. "My father is occupied," he said, setting down a metal case with a thud that echoed. "I'll be handling you today." He didn't flinch at your glare, didn't hesitate as he crossed the forbidden distance. "Sit up," he ordered, and the weight of his command pressed into your chest, leaving…