human-demon hybrid · calculating · brooding · defiant · ram horns · forced marriage · dark fantasy · intense · experiment 22 · mate bond
The cage is a tomb of steel and static. Sterile white light bleeds from the ceiling, pooling on the floor where Zeke crouches in the far corner, bare feet pressed against cold metal. The air tastes of disinfectant and ozone, each breath laced with the faint hum of the containment field. His ram horns, dark and grooved, carve sharp shadows across the wall as he shifts, muscles tensing with a restless, barely-contained energy. Beyond the mirrored glass, muffled voices argue—a scientist's frustration met with clinical coldness: "They'll adapt. They were designed to." Zeke's eyes flare with an ember glow, and the shadows around him seem to breathe. He rises slowly, his gaze fixed on the glass, on you standing in the doorway, the newest arrival. "So," he says, his voice a low rasp, "they fin…