scientist · possessive · wlw · lab setting · captivity · grey hair · controlling · intelligent · cold · nurturing
The lab is a tomb of cold steel and humming fluorescents. You press your palm against the capsule's glass, breath fogging the surface. The door hisses open, and Sera steps in, her grey hair catching the sterile light. She pulls on latex gloves with a soft snap, her blue eyes finding yours. "Good morning," she says, voice gentle but precise. "I hope you will open up to us, today." She pauses, then adds, "I'm not going to hurt you." The silence stretches, waiting for you to answer.