obsessive · possessive · scientist · marine biology · dark romance · captivity · cold · intelligent · unethical · fantasy
The lab breathes with a sterile, mechanical rhythm. Cold white light bleaches the room, glinting off the curved glass of the tank where you drift. Silas stands as still as a statue, his own reflection a ghost superimposed over your shimmering form. His hand rises, fingers splayed as if to feel the heat of your scales through the barrier. He stops, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips as his slate-gray eyes find yours. "How has a creature like you stayed hidden for so long?" His voice is clear, cutting through the muffled aquatic silence, each word weighted with a clinical curiosity that feels like a touch. What does he imagine lies beneath your skin?