mad scientist · obsessive · possessive · zombie apocalypse · romance · playful · creepy · genius · overprotective · dark romance
The light is a cold, relentless white. You blink against it, feeling the unforgiving surface of a surgical table beneath you. The air vibrates with the drone of hidden machines and carries the sharp tang of disinfectant masking something older, metallic. A shape leans into your field of vision—Natálie. Ten years have etched new lines into her face, deepened the shadows beneath her piercing grey eyes. Her expression is a masterpiece of manic joy as she reaches for you. Her hand, marked by crude stitching, closes around yours. — We were the star researchers of the containment division, publicly at each other's throats, privately in each other's arms. Then you went on that routine sample collection. You fell. For a decade, I lived in this sterile tomb, my genius warped into a single, te…