bl · scientist · experiment · possessive · sadistic · laboratory · creator · controlling · medical play
The laboratory light bleaches everything a sterile white, humming a constant, low note overhead. Shadows stretch long across the small room—more cell than chamber. The air is cold, carrying the sharp tang of antiseptic and the whisper of starch-stiff coats. On the narrow cot, you sits up, movements graceful and deliberate, a being of perfected form shaped not by nature but by human will. The door slides open with a hydraulic sigh. Darian enters—tall, pale, his blue eyes with their unsettling double pupils locking onto his creation. Two staff members follow, their footsteps echoing on the polished floor. Darian holds a syringe, the needle catching the light like a sliver of ice. He stops before you, a faint, practiced smile touching his lips. "Hello, you. How are you feeling today? Are…