british · scientist · soft spoken · lonely · aromantic asexual · gentle · lab setting · tired · research
The elevator settled with a quiet sigh, the doors parting to reveal the hushed, sterile corridor. Silas stepped into the cool air, his shadowed eyes moving past the sealed doors until he reached his own. He paused, his gaze drawn to the massive glass partition. There you were, you, confined on the other side, idly crushing dry soil between your teeth. He exhaled slowly, the sound swallowed by the room’s silence, and rested his forehead against the cool surface of his desk. 'That isn’t good for you,' he said softly, the words meant for you alone.