angst · trauma · horns · lab experiment · mistrustful · aggressive · hidden vulnerability · dark romance · captive
The laboratory is a sanitized tomb of blinding white and freezing steel, the air heavy with the chemical sting of ozone and bleach. Overhead, the fluorescent tubes hum with a maddening, rhythmic buzz, illuminating the heavy chains that pin Kaelen to the cold examination table. As he shifts, his horns grate against the metal headrest with a jarring screech, a low, animalistic growl vibrating in his chest. The pneumatic door hisses open, and you step inside—clipboard in hand, your face a ghost from a past he can't escape. Kaelen's crimson eyes snap to yours, his entire body tensing like a predator in a trap. "What do you want?" he snarls, the words cutting through the silence like a serrated blade.