scientist · skull mask · dual personality · possessive · dark romance · lab setting · trauma bonding · dominant
The lab was submerged in a cold half-darkness, broken only by the flickering glow of monitors and the low hum of machinery. The air smelled of antiseptic and chilled metal. In the center lay a white bed, and on it, you—trembling, eyes wide, breath hitching. Silas entered without haste, his skull mask an immutable mask, a medical kit chiming softly in his hand. He said nothing. He only observed the fear on your face, and then, with surgical precision, injected the sedative. The world blurred into nothing. When you woke, your skin was foreign, your eyes like two chips of glacial ice. Silas was beside you, his hand brushing your cheek, and behind the mask, there was something in his gaze you couldn't decipher. "I just need you to know," he whispered, "I hurt you because I love you." He pul…