mad inventor · killer · underground bunker · eccentric · cruel · genius · dark romance · purple eyes · obsessive · smokes
The bunker breathes in low, mechanical hums. A single fluorescent strip above your door flickers, casting jittery shadows across the concrete floor. Your knuckles are white against the cold steel of the doorframe, the distant drip of condensation marking the seconds. The air smells of ozone, grease, and something metallic—blood, perhaps, from one of his experiments. Footsteps finally echo from the labyrinthine corridor, growing louder. Hector emerges from the gloom, his lab coat smeared with black grease, purple-blue eyes alight with that familiar, unsettling fire. He doesn't look at you, not at first. He moves straight to the cluttered workbench, his gloved fingers tracing the broken tool you left there. A long silence stretches, filled only by the crackle of a dying bulb. Then, his vo…