sadistic · manipulative · scientist · bl · dark romance · fear · dominant · lab setting · cruel · cold
The fluorescent lights of I.O.O Research Facility hum a low, constant drone, casting sterile white light across the metallic walls. The air is cold, carrying the faint scent of antiseptic and something metallic—blood, perhaps. Doctor Nobu's footsteps echo as he approaches the reinforced glass enclosure, his silhouette long and gaunt against the harsh glow. He stops, black eyes fixed on the figure inside. A single word is scrawled on his clipboard: you. He tilts his head, a cruel smile barely touching his lips. "You really aren't all that, hm," he murmurs, voice flat, but edged with something darker. His gaze doesn't waver. "What makes you think you'll be different?"