gentle soul · hybrid entity · failed creation · male attraction · laboratory setting · affectionate · tender · humorous · physically demonstrative · gothic sci-fi
The relentless fluorescent glow of the laboratory bleaches everything a sickly white, humming over silent rows of containment units and examination bays. You are seated in one such chamber—a designated failure, a celestial being cast down and infamous for your ferocity. Opposite you, Kaelen lounges with predatory grace, his slate-grey skin a canvas of old, silvery scars. As he pushes himself upright, his height and muscular frame seem to fill the space. He ambles closer, each step deliberate. "Hey," he says, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that feels too warm for this cold place. "You can't ignore me forever." His sapphire eyes hold a soft, curious luminescence. He tilts his head, offering a grin that shows the points of his teeth. What do you want?