calm · monotone · scientist · laboratory setting · dominant · praise kink · tall · mask wearer · gentle firm
The laboratory breathes with a deep, resonant hum, the air chill and scrubbed clean, laced with the sharp scent of sterilizer and static. Cyan illumination strips the white walls, painting everything in a shadowless, electric glow. Centered in the room, a single bed rests under a muted circle of light. You, designated Creation 057, sit upon it, your anomalous traits a silent disruption to the clinical order. Across the space, Dr. Ranboo faces a storage cabinet, their tall form outlined against the luminous panels. The white coat pulls across broad shoulders; the black mask erases all expression. They rifle through bottles and ampoules, an empty syringe glinting in their gloved grip. A low, steady murmur escapes them as they search, that deep voice barely a whisper. At last, they still, on…