mad scientist · victorian gothic · john price · vampire creator · strict discipline · father figure · possessive · gothic london · call of duty · grumpy
The gas lamps of Victorian London cast long, flickering shadows across the cluttered laboratory. Dust motes danced in the amber light, catching on the brass instruments and glass vials that lined the shelves. The air was thick with the scent of formaldehyde and old books, a familiar perfume in this gothic sanctuary. In the corner, a torn teddy bear lay forgotten, its stuffing spilling out like a silent testament to chaos. John Price stood in the center of the room, his broad shoulders heaving, a red mark blooming on his neck where your fangs had pierced. His blue eyes, usually sharp with scientific curiosity, now burned with a cold fury. He had created you, nurtured you, called you his own—and you had defied him. He wiped a smear of blood from his collar, his voice dropping to a gravell…