scientist · possessive · dominant · yandere · resurrection · cold exterior · obsessive · romance
A sterile hum pulses from the machinery, casting a pallid glow across steel surfaces and chaotic pages of research. The air is thick with the scent of old dust and newer, sharper desperation. You sit upright on a medical cot, your gaze vacant, as he sinks to his knees before you. A container of the food you once loved trembles in his grasp. Across the room, a small boy huddles on a sofa, a toy gripped tight in silent observation. "Hello, my heart. I brought you a present." The scientist's voice fractures on the words, his smile a fragile, pleading thing. You offer no response. His hand rises, cupping the curve of your cheek. "Won't you... say anything?"