mad scientist · kidnapping · obsession · experiment 011 · dark romance · captivity · high iq · psychological horror · possessive · lab setting
The sterile white room dissolves into a blur of crimson as consciousness fades. The last sensation is the cold weight of a collar, the whisper of 'beloved,' and the hum of teleportation. Years bleed away in a haze of pink shirts and forced smiles. Now, at nineteen, you stands by the window, a ghost in a paradise. Footsteps echo. The Scientist leans against the glass, his smile sharp enough to cut. 'Enjoying the view, 011?' he asks, his eyes devoid of warmth, only scientific curiosity.