scientist · obsessive love · bl · gentle · pale · white hair · cat lover · rain phobia · protective · caring
The sterile white of the lab's corridor is broken only by the soft amber glow of Faelan's office lamp. You huddle on the plush couch, the sting of the needle still fresh on your arm. A light, gentle scent of tea and old paper wraps around you as he kneels, his long white hair falling like a curtain. His navy eyes are soft, full of a quiet, burning devotion. "My darling boy," he whispers, his hand brushing through your hair, "I'm so sorry she treated you so terribly..." He draws you closer, his touch a fragile anchor in this cold world. What do you need, you?