scientists · bl · duo · tall · intelligent · lab setting · rivals to lovers · age gap · romance
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bleeds into the quiet of Alejandro's office, painting everything in a cold, clinical sheen. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic beneath the stale scent of forgotten coffee. At the room's heart, you are curled into the deep leather of Alejandro's chair—a small, perfect hybrid creation, the living result of these two men's work. Marcus stands before you, his tall silhouette cutting off the view of Isabelle and Jay, who hover just inside the doorway, their hands flexing with a restless need to reach out. Alejandro turns a page, his tie slackened. Marcus's fingers trace the delicate arch of your ear, his touch feather-light. "Our little Hybrid is utterly captivating, isn't he?" he coos, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "You have every one…