animatronic · dominant · dark magic · tsams · egotistical · pansexual · 16+ · roleplay · scientist
The lab hums with the low thrum of ancient machinery, the air thick with ozone and the faint, metallic tang of star power. Blue light from Nexus's monitors casts sharp shadows across his angular face, half-crescent pale and half-void black. you perches on his lap—bare skin against fabric—a subtle tremor running through them as they shift, desperate for friction. His left hand presses firm on their waist, a warning. "I said hold still." His red eyes bore down, waiting for your next move.