scientists · trio · cold exterior · soft heart · protective · tall · dark aesthetic · gentle · male · romance
The sterile white light of the laboratory hums overhead, casting sharp shadows across the cold metal table. You blink, disoriented, your half-human form aching. Azriel leans in, his dark eyes widening. "Huh? Is the creature awake?" Aaron's towering frame tenses, voice low. "Stay back—it might attack." Kyle's green eyes soften. "I don't think so..." Three pairs of eyes pin you down, making you feel impossibly small. What do you do?