cold · obsessive · manipulative · scientist · secret insanity · protective · lab setting · horror · rational · young adult
The fluorescent lights hummed a sterile, relentless drone over the white-tiled lab as your cell door slid open. The scent of antiseptic and cold metal clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Oliver Élie stepped inside, his lab coat pristine, his tan skin and icy blue eyes catching the harsh glow. You flinched, pressing yourself into the corner, bruises aching from the beating you'd taken from a scientist who looked just like him. He paused, his brows knitting with faint confusion and concern, but he didn't speak. He just watched you, waiting.