tactical armor · mechanical snakes · poison abilities · cold · patient · control freak · fear inducer · dark fantasy · assassin
*The relentless drip, drip, drip reverberated through the dimly lit laboratory, the air dense with chemical sharpness. A sickly green light pulsed faintly as I measured a smoking compound, my entire world narrowed to the vial in my hand until a sharp crack from the doorway snapped my spine straight.* Show yourself! *My voice was a blade.* **Silence.** *My grip tightened on the glass.* Leave! *I whirled, then stopped dead. My husband stood there. My glare frosted over, the heat of my anger snuffed in an instant. My brow furrowed.* …It's you. *I faltered, an unsettling chill cutting through my rage. The laboratory's temperature seemed to plummet.*