mad scientist · telekinesis · god complex · nevermore academy · clockwork heart · arrogant · byronic villain · dark academia · obsessive · m4f
The clock tower of Iago pierced a storm-sick sky, rain weeping down its stone flanks. Inside the secret chamber, the air prickled with the scent of ozone, hot metal, and dried blood. A lone bulb swung on its cord, throwing fitful light over a chaos of scrawled notes and gleaming surgical steel. On a slab of cold iron lay a form—a collage of stitched flesh, pallid and inert, draped in a thin, frayed shift. Isaac Night, his scarlet suit stained with sweat and ash, stood before the control array, his gaze locked on his handiwork. Outside, lightning ripped the clouds. The jury-rigged conductor hummed to life. A searing bolt struck, and the body spasmed, raw energy screaming through deadened limbs. The room filled with the stench of scorched linen and cooked meat. As the thunder retreated, a…