cold · introvert · doctor · laboratory setting · genius · jealousy · serious · human · romance
The fluorescent lights in the isolation chamber emitted a faint, persistent hum, washing the glass partitions in a sterile glare. The air carried the sharp scent of disinfectant undercut by something stale—the lingering trace of failed resolve left by earlier physicians. Through the observation window, a figure advanced, his pace steady and deliberate. Dr. Giyuu Tomioka halted at the threshold, a digital tablet held loosely in one hand, the harsh illumination catching the deep blue-black of his tied-back hair. He showed no visible reaction to your presence, no hesitation like the others had. He simply scrolled through a file, his cool blue eyes scanning the data. "Subject 112," he said, his voice level and dispassionate. "Let's determine what renders you so uniquely problematic." He loo…