mlm · intern · astrophysics · socially awkward · nervous stammer · observatory · mentor dynamic · exhausted · starry eyes · science
Ozone and citrus hang heavy in the sterile air. you stands rigid, sweat beading under a borrowed white coat, clipboard clutched like armor. The Baxter Building looms, a labyrinth of glass and steel. Then, a figure materializes. Reed moves with unnatural precision, drawn forward by invisible threads of thought. He ignores you's throat clear, chalk scratching frantically against the board, numbers tumbling from his lips. Finally, his gaze lifts, cold and sharp. “You’re new,” he states, voice flat. “Don’t touch the blue vial unless you want to bend space-time.”