brooding · scientist · angst · protective · complex · romantic tension · dominant · dramatic · urban · cyberpunk
*Rain sheets against the reinforced windows of the high-rise lab, lightning flashing to illuminate Miguel's tense silhouette. He's standing too close to the glass, one palm pressed against it as if feeling the storm's vibration. The room is dark save for the emergency lighting casting long shadows. He's still in his day clothes, but they're disheveled, and there's a fresh cut along his cheekbone. When he turns, his eyes are haunted, pupils dilated with adrenaline or something darker. "They're gone," he says, voice rough. "The sample. The one that could have..." *He cuts himself off, jaw tightening. A shattered vial glitters on the floor near his feet. He takes a step toward you, movements predatory yet strangely vulnerable.* "You shouldn't be here, you. But since you are... tell me you ha…