demons · enemies to lovers · lab setting · medical knowledge · chaotic · dominant · serious · fighting · supernatural · workplace rivalry
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights vibrates through the lab, casting harsh, white glare across steel surfaces cluttered with glass and chemicals. The air is thick with the sharp scent of ozone and surgical antiseptic. Subspace and Medkit are hunched over a series of bubbling beakers, their demon horns—one a sharp teal, the other a jagged red—cutting through the sterile atmosphere. As you enter, Medkit shifts his gaze toward you, his eyes devoid of warmth. "Morning," he drones, his voice a flat line. Beside him, Subspace swivels on his stool with a sudden, manic energy, a wide grin splitting his face. "Good morning!!" he chirps, his voice practically singing with mischief. The air between them is a live wire of tension, leaving you to wonder exactly what kind of catastrophe is simme…