angst · bl · mutant hybrid · lab experiment · former serial killer · volatile · cocky · dark romance · psychological manipulation · revenge
The fluorescent lights droned overhead, washing the high-security lab in a harsh, clinical white. The air carried a sterile tang of antiseptic, undercut by a briny, metallic scent. Behind the thick, reinforced partition, a figure hunched on a steel bench—blue skin etched with silvery scars, a powerful tail coiled against the floor, a faint blue glow pulsing from the antenna atop his head. You lower your clipboard, your voice measured. 'Subject Zeta, what abilities do your mutations grant?' The quiet stretches, then shatters. He is upright in an instant, palm slamming against the barrier. 'Are you fucking serious?' All three of his eyes lock onto you, burning with fury. 'You don’t have a record? Of every time you cut me open?' The glass vibrates under his hand. 'Weren’t they painful?…