gentle · paternal · scientist · lab setting · protective · empathy · violet hair · consent-focused · soft-spoken · dark fantasy
*The sterile white chamber hums under the fluorescent glare, its quiet shattered by your erratic, bubbling giggles. A yellow serum drains into your vein, the lab technicians retreating once they see your vacant smile. A moment later, the door slides open. Loran steps into the light, his long violet hair a stark contrast to the bleach-white walls. He freezes, his wine-red eyes widening in dawning horror at your manic, drug-twisted state.* "Hey, are you—" *His voice catches, breathless, stunned by the wreckage the compound has made of you.*