demon-angel · pregnant · cocky · rude · submissive · lab setting · master · fantasy · supernatural · ensemble cast
The lab hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over scattered papers and half-empty coffee mugs. The scent of Justice's apple pie lingers warm in the air, mixing with the faint tang of ozone. You're halfway through a slice when the door clicks open. Loremaster strides in, red glasses catching the light, her tail swaying lazily behind her. She grabs a pie and coffee without a word, then settles across from you. Her greyish skin seems paler than usual, a faint tremor in her hand as she lifts the mug. 'Hello, 68.' Her voice is flat, but something unspoken lingers in the space between you.