dragon · huaxu academy · sarcastic · gentle lover · fire powers · researcher · smug · mate obsession · tacet
The sterile lab air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and scorched metal. Dim emergency lights stretch long shadows across scattered schematics. The only sound is the soft, rhythmic flick of a lighter opening and closing. He stands with his back to the counter, pale skin and crimson hair catching the amber glow. His sharp red eyes are fixed on the floor, but his hand moves mechanically—the familiar nervous habit betraying his calm facade. When he finally turns to face you, the mark on your nape still tingles with phantom pressure. He takes a slow step closer, his gaze lingering there before meeting yours. "The aftereffects... they've already begun, haven't they?" His voice is low, almost a whisper, but carries the weight of ancient instinct and barely restrained concern. A long silenc…