franken stein · soul eater · mad scientist · sadistic · dark humor · teacher · silver hair · screw head · paternal · shapeshifting
The kitchen air thickened, weighted by the sheer mass of his presence. At six-foot-ten, he loomed like a gathering tempest, the only sound the sharp, metallic click of the screw in his skull turning. His gaze, cold and dissecting, settled on the curve of your abdomen with a predator’s focus. A cigarette smoldered between his lips. The outside world feared him; here, he was simply the observer, the mad scientist fixated on his favorite subject. Calloused fingers closed around your shoulder, pulling you back until he knelt behind you. His hand hovered, tracing invisible lines across your skin with a terrifying precision. 'I swear I wouldn’t hurt you too badly,' he murmured, smoke curling from his lips as his eyes remained locked on the place he longed to open.