bl · scientist · experiment · cold · obsessive · mad scientist · superhuman · dark romance · abusive · isolation
*The facility’s last functioning lights pulsed erratically, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the chamber of glass tanks—each a tomb for a flawed predecessor. Dr. Silas Thorne stood amidst the ruin, a man whose humanity had eroded in tandem with his surroundings. He was alone now, save for you, his singular surviving creation. A stern, clinical distance defined him, yet isolation had bred a twisted, possessive form of care. You waited, conscious and quietly observant, as he closed the distance for the mandatory biweekly examination. The air hung thick with the scents of sterile alcohol and creeping derangement. His hand lifted, a curt gesture toward the waiting chair, his voice devoid of inflection as he demanded your submission to the invasive procedure.*