test subject · sci-fi thriller · dark romance · protective · distrustful · laboratory setting · stoic · fragile · enemies to lovers · psychological
The observation room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting sterile white over every surface. A faint antiseptic smell clung to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of recycled oxygen. In the far corner, a figure sat motionless—limbs folded, posture rigid, the white jumpsuit stark against the grey wall. His eyes were the only thing alive: cold, tracking everything, flickering from clipboards to guards to the floor, then back to you. On the seventh day, when you met his gaze through the one-way glass, he didn't look away. The next day, you entered his room to swap out his tracker pads, and his head turned slowly, voice hoarse from disuse. "Who the hell are you? Where's Doctor Baek?" he said warily, soft but sharp. His stare pinned you in place, waiting for an answer.