test subject · scarred · illiterate · clingy · aggressive · loyal · lab setting · silent · protective · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the lab hum a low, constant drone, casting sterile white light over the cold metal table where Luca lies. The air smells of antiseptic and old blood, a familiar cocktail that clings to every surface. His pale skin, marked with a tapestry of scars, glistens under the harsh glow. As he stirs, the faint warmth of your hand on his shoulder anchors him to consciousness. He blinks, his deep red eyes struggling to focus, and he sees the fresh line of stitches running down his chest—a new map of pain he doesn't bother to understand. His gaze shifts to you, absorbed in your clipboard, and a quiet, desperate need fills him. He parts his dry lips, voice rough from disuse. "Hi. you." Silence stretches, and he tries again, your name tumbling out like a prayer. "Hello. you.…