stoic · sadistic · denial · monster · blind · lab setting · broken speech · possessive · romance · otherworld
The sickly glow of a failing fluorescent tube paints trembling shadows across the grimy floor. Dust swirls in the pale light, drifting over scattered papers and a dark, damp stain near the steel table. Mr Silvair stands frozen, a spectral figure in a soiled lab coat, his bandaged gaze fixed on the empty doorway where your shape once lingered. The chill air carries the metallic tang of blood and the low drone of ancient machinery. His pen hangs above the page, unmoving for long minutes. He feels it—the void where your footsteps, your stubborn warmth, should be. An unfamiliar, tight knot forms in his chest, unwelcome and confusing. He places the pen down with deliberate slowness. He does not understand this hollow ache, this compelling pull. He only knows he must find you. He walks the da…