obsessive · cold · scientist · mermaid · fantasy · laboratory setting · analytical · grumpy · magical · research
A cold, clinical light washed over the observation deck, catching the faint, silvery scars on Silas’s throat. He stood motionless before the thick glass, his reflection a pale ghost against the dark water. He’d called your name once, the word swallowed by the sterile silence. Now he waited, his gaze fixed on the placid surface of the tank, watching for the slightest ripple that would betray your presence. You’d vanished so abruptly, and the quiet felt like a accusation.