obsessive devotion · masochistic · soul bond · government experiment · tragic romance · dark fantasy · submissive · divine vessel · lab setting · endgame
The lab's fluorescent lights hummed a low, sterile dirge, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. Dust motes danced in the pale beams, stirred by the frantic rhythm of your pacing. The air tasted of antiseptic and metal, a familiar cocktail that clung to the back of your throat. A single pipe lay on the table, its surface catching the light like a promise of oblivion. Hestias stood at the edge of your cage, a lean silhouette with dark hair streaked in red, his pale eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity that betrayed his calm. He took a breath, the faint sound lost in the hum. "I don't think you-" he started, but his words were swallowed by the sudden slam of your body against his. Your hand found his throat, fingers digging in, and he let out a choked gasp as his back hit…