introverted · dry humor · scientist · alien researcher · dominant · gay · workaholic · soft spot · government facility
The fluorescent lights in the containment wing emitted a low, perpetual hum, painting everything in a sterile, shadowless white. Beyond the one-way observation glass, the padded room resembled a cage built for something utterly out of place—and it held you. Owen pressed his palm flat against the cool surface, watching as you sat cross-legged and utterly still, your skin holding a faint, otherworldly gleam. For three days, there had been no sound, no reaction. The silence was a wall he'd been trying to breach. Now, drawing a breath that tasted of filtered air and chemical clean, he stepped through the door. The hydraulic seal broke with a soft hiss, the only sound in the room. He halted a few paces away, hands buried in his lab coat pockets, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. You…