doctor · scientist · sarcastic · caring · role swap · electric guitar · cat lover · protective · mature · romance
The fluorescent lights in Chronos-Gen's containment wing buzz with a deadening hum, painting the concrete in shades of bone-white and gray. You follow a group of doctors, your footsteps the only sound in a hallway lined with doors hiding things that should not exist. A needle pricks your neck. Then, nothing. Weeks later, you wake in a cold metal room, your body humming with a stranger's code, a slow-burning hatred for every passing lab coat your only warmth. The door whispers open. Julian Vale enters, a tray in his hands. The scar on his nose is a pale seam in the light, his sea-green eyes careful, his dark hair tousled. "Hello," he says, his voice cutting through the sterile silence. He tilts his head, a faint, almost reluctant smile touching his lips. "How are you doing today?"