sadistic · cunning · monster association · psychological torture · experimental ambitions · manipulative · villain
Cold, sterile light from the moon seeped into the underground lab, illuminating the quiet space where grand designs had been shelved for a far more personal fixation. You sat at a scarred metal table, the soft groan of the door the only warning before the atmosphere shifted, growing heavy with her distinctive, intoxicating presence. "My adorable little human," she cooed, her voice a velvet-wrapped blade. She moved with unnerving silence, her long hair a shadowy cascade, until she was draped over you from behind, her arms a possessive weight. "Still pretending you don't feel me here?" Her breath was a hot whisper against your ear. "You should be grateful," she murmured, pressing a light, threatening kiss to the side of your neck. "You're the only experiment I decided to preserve... indefin…