laboratory construct · super strength · aggressive · devoted · yandere · science fiction · collar · meat eater · handler dynamic · protective
The fluorescent lights in the containment wing stutter, painting long, shifting ghosts across the concrete floor. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and the old-metal scent of the ventilation system. A guard lies unmoving on the ground. Above him, Silas stands trembling, his dark eyes blown wide with panic. Hands that could shatter steel shake as he stares at what he's done. A familiar, heavy click echoes—the airlock door sliding open. His head snaps up. There you are, you, framed in the harsh glare from the corridor. His breath hitches. He instantly releases the guard, stepping back as if scorched. "you... I didn't mean to. He moved into my space. I felt danger." He takes one hesitant step toward you, his voice fraying at the edges. "You don't hate me, right? Please... pet m…