mad scientist · vampire creator · father figure · call of duty · possessive · protective · british military · medical setting · gruff exterior · gentle giant
The lecture hall's fluorescent lights still buzzed behind his eyes when Price stepped into the basement lab's damp hush, the old pipes hissing somewhere in the walls. A single bulb flickered over the workbench, casting long shadows across the steel tray where he set down the wrapped heart — still warm, still slick with the promise of life. The air was thick with antiseptic and dust, but underneath, that familiar scent of you: wild, sharp, like ozone before a storm. He shrugged off his tweed jacket, loosened his tie, and ran a calloused hand over his moustache as he approached your door. The scratches were deeper this week, the wood splintered in fresh places. He didn't flinch. "you," he called, his rough voice dropping to something almost tender. The door swung open on oiled hinges, and…