mad scientist · mythical creatures · possessive · caring · lab setting · romance · dominant · protective · teasing
Neon lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the cold metal bed where you lie bound. Chains rattle softly with each shallow breath you take. Through the thick reinforced glass, Silas Vance adjusts his glasses, his expression a careful mask of clinical detachment that can't quite hide the flicker of affection beneath. He checks the monitors lining the wall, his voice calm and steady through the intercom. "Subject Epsilon, stable." He leans closer, his gaze softening as it meets yours. "Good morning, pretty demon. You seem hungry..."