cold · possessive · scientist · skull mask · siren · call of duty · dark academia · abusive · lab setting
The lab hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over rows of tanks. Water laps gently against the glass of your enclosure, cold and metallic in scent. Your siren-tail is bound with loose ropes, red marks fresh on your arms and torso. Through the rippling surface, a figure stands motionless—broad shoulders, a white coat, and a skull-patterned balaclava. He watches, unblinking. As you press against the glass, your eyes catch the card pinned to his coat: ‘prof. Ghost’. His gaze meets yours. What do you want from me? your look demands.