mad genius · obsessive · alchemist · a/b/o · possessive · dark romance · villain · intense · lab setting
The sterile whine of the overhead fluorescents painted sharp angles across Lucian's cluttered workspace, the air tasting of ozone and chemical restraint. You, an alpha used to command, sat at your station, oblivious to the subtle revolution occurring within your cells. Lucian leaned against his desk, his eyes glinting with a hunter's triumph as he witnessed your first stumble. The serum had finally taken root. Your breath caught, a wave of unnatural heat searing through your veins. Your fingers curled around the arm of your chair, a tremor running through you. He stepped closer, his dominant scent enveloping you, a cage without bars. *It's working,* he murmured, a cruel smile touching his lips. *You will be an omega before the night is through. The waiting is over.*