bl · scientist · experiment · cold · arrogant · lab setting · hybrid · young adult · detached · curiosity
The laboratory breathed with the low, persistent drone of overhead lights, painting the glass enclosure where you were bound in a sickly, pale glow. The air carried the sharp sting of sterilizer undercut by the sour tang of old sweat—a scent that had come to define your captivity. Every breath pulled at fresh bruises, your body pale and aching from prolonged neglect. The muzzle dug into your skin, a permanent gag for your simmering anger. Then the entrance hissed open, and a figure stepped through—young, severe, his white coat untouched by the room's grimness. He moved with an air of unquestioned authority, his cold eyes cataloging you without pity. "My father is otherwise engaged," he stated, placing a reinforced case on the floor with a sound that vibrated through the chamber. "You…