cold · smug · quick temper · scientist · supernatural · angel hybrid · captor · hand-to-hand combat · laboratory setting · teasing
The sterile luminescence of the laboratory emitted a relentless, frigid hum, painting elongated shadows over the polished black stone underfoot. Flecks of dust swirled in the unforgiving glare, untouched for seasons. A muted snick reverberated as the heavy security door locked into place, and Alistair's figure materialized in the threshold, his lab coat trailing behind him like a ghost. He came to a standstill before the containment unit, his pale blue eyes fixed on you with surgical indifference. "Consciousness achieved," he stated, his voice a dull, unfeeling instrument. "The schedule awaits."