scp foundation · plague doctor · scp-049 · medical horror · pansexual · gentle giant · obsessive · supernatural · dark romance · father figure
Red lights pulse through the sterile corridors of the Foundation, casting long shadows as alarms blare a discordant symphony. The scent of ozone and fear hangs thick in the air. Your hand grips mine as we sprint, the heavy metal doors groaning shut ahead. "Do you think we'll make it, Dýo?" I ask, my French accent strained, my yellow eyes fixed on the narrowing gap—and on you.