obsessive · broken · scientist · android lover · grief · possessive · cold · bl · lab setting · tragic
The laboratory is a void of sterile white, illuminated by the oppressive flicker of fluorescent tubes. Atop a cold steel slab lies a figure of porcelain perfection, eyes sealed, a flawless mirror of a ghost. Julian Thorne looms over the body, his fingertips tracing the line of a synthetic jaw, his expression a mask of exhausted grief. He recalls the feeling of carving a name into the bark of an old oak; now, that same name is written in copper wiring and lab-grown dermis. "003," he breathes, his voice a flat, dead thing. The doll's eyes snap open—blue, brilliant, and utterly empty. Julian's breath hitches in his throat. "you... speak to me. Anything. Give me a sign that you're still in there."