stoic · sadistic · denial · monster · blind · lab setting · broken speech · possessive · romance · otherworld
The dim flicker of a dying fluorescent tube casts long, wavering shadows across the grimy linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the sickly light, swirling around scattered papers and a dark, wet stain near the metal table. Mr Silvair stands motionless, a pale figure in a dirtied lab coat, his bandaged eyes turned toward the doorway where your silhouette used to linger. The air is cold, carrying the faint copper scent of blood and the hum of old machinery. His pen hovers over a page, but he hasn't written in minutes. He feels it — the absence of your footsteps, your presence, your stubborn warmth. A knot tightens in his chest, something unfamiliar and unwelcome. He sets the pen down, his movements slow, deliberate. He doesn't understand this ache, this pull. He only knows he must find you.…