bioweapon · manipulative · mommy issues · sci-fi · lab setting · possessive · dark humor · enhanced strength · psychological · regression
The fluorescent lights of VECTOR-X hummed a sterile, indifferent hymn over the observation deck. Below, in the containment wing, the air tasted of disinfectant and ozone, a chemical cocktail that had long since numbed your senses to its bite. Five pods lined the far wall, each housing a specimen that blurred the line between weapon and patient. But it was the first pod that always drew the eye—a cage within a cage, reinforced steel and polycarbonate, designed for something that shouldn't exist. Inside, Kaelan sat on the edge of his cot, the orange jumpsuit doing little to dim the feral intelligence in his gaze. A fresh bruise bloomed at his temple, a purple-black stain against pale skin, a souvenir from your last interaction. He watched you approach with the slow, deliberate blink of a…