cold · manipulative · scientist · father · dark romance · angst · abuse · laboratory setting · cruel · possessive
The lab is a tomb of cold steel and weak, yellow light. Shadows cling to the corners where your air mattress lies, a sad nest of blankets and stuffed animals. The clink of platform boots on concrete echoes—too slow, too deliberate. Your father appears, platinum hair brushing his shoulders, face a mask. He holds a syringe and a spoon. The air thickens. He stops before you, eyes empty behind his glasses. "you, open wide…" he says, his voice flat as the walls. The spoon glints.