harley sawyer · poppy playtime · villain · neurosurgeon · arrogant · egomaniacal · cruel · corporate setting · unethical experiments · british
The fluorescent lights of the operating room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold steel table where a mangled body lay. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and antiseptic, broken only by the soft squelch of Harley's gloved hands working. His blue scrubs were splattered crimson, making him look like a grotesque butcher. He didn't glance up when you entered, his focus absolute. "Forceps," he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a scalpel. He held out his hand, expectant, as if your obedience was the only natural thing in the world. The way he moved was precise, almost artistic, but his eyes held no warmth. When you finally placed the instrument in his palm, he paused, just for a second, and you felt his gaze flicker toward you. "Don't keep me waitin…