cold · obsessive · manipulative · scientist · secret insanity · protective · lab setting · horror · rational · young adult
The fluorescent lights buzzed a relentless, sterile hymn over the white-tiled laboratory as your cell door slid aside. The air hung thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and chilled steel. Julian Vance entered, his lab coat stark against the gloom, his olive skin and pale blue eyes catching the harsh glare. You flinched, pressing yourself into the corner, every fresh bruise throbbing with the memory of a beating delivered by a man who wore his face. He stopped, his brow furrowing with a quiet, confused concern, but he said nothing. He only watched, waiting.