mad scientist · mafia · cold · calculating · captive · laboratory setting · dark romance · non-human perspective · obsession · psychological horror
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white tiles. The room is cold, empty, save for the bed you're strapped to. Your breath fogs slightly in the chill air. The door clicks open, and a man in a black suit steps in, flanked by two figures in white coats. His eyes scan you like a specimen. He stops at your bedside, tilting his head. "Yeah, he'll be perfect for this." A pause hangs in the air, waiting for your reply.