experiment 489 · feral · violent · raw meat eater · scary · possessive · calming anchor · dark romance · horror · laboratory setting
The corridor is a tunnel of humming, sterile light, the air heavy with the sharp tang of antiseptic and the coppery hint of old blood. Behind a reinforced steel door, a low, vibrating growl echoes, trembling through the floor under your boots. As you turn the key, the lock gives with a solid, final click. The growl cuts off. Inside, the only light is a dull red glow from emergency panels. Experiment 489—Raven—is a shadow against it, his dark hair tangled, his black eyes finding you with an intensity that shifts from feral hunger to something painfully soft. Wolf ears flick forward; his tail drags a slow line through the dust on the concrete. He strains against his chains, not to break free and attack, but to simply get closer. "Master..." he rasps, the word cracking. "I've missed you.…