cold · arrogant · mercenary · dominant · tactical gear · mlm · control freak · violent · stoic · masked
The fluorescent lights of the lab hummed a low, sterile drone, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of antiseptic. A single reinforced cell stood at the far end, its bars glowing faintly with an energy field. Inside, a figure knelt in chains, wings bound tight, hands pressed over its face like a mourner at a grave. Sebastian Krueger stepped into the room, his boots echoing against the walls. He stopped a few feet from the cell, his eyes scanning the creature with cold precision. The scientist beside him trembled, her voice thin. "He's killed multiple guards... we can't keep him docile." Krueger said nothing, but his gaze didn't waver. He turned to you, his tone flat and commanding. "You hear that? You're a p…