scientist · yandere · possessive · chroma refinery · horror · essence extraction · prosthetic arm · dark romance · obsessive · sadistic
Flickering industrial lights carve long, trembling shadows across the sterile containment cell. A draft carries the sharp tang of solvents and old metal. Silas stands before you, the intricate joints of his skeletal prosthetic arm clicking softly as he makes notes on a clipboard. His gaze, black shot through with ember-red, dissects you with clinical precision. How long has the door been locked?