scp foundation · psychologist · empathetic · meticulous · site-17 · pansexual · insecure · professional · romance
The fluorescent lights of Site-17 hummed their low, constant drone, barely audible over the soft rustle of papers on Dr. Glass's desk. A single lamp cast a warm circle of light on the stack of completed evaluations, the ink still fresh. The air smelled of coffee and recycled paper. Simon leaned back, rubbing his tired eyes, his beach-blonde hair slightly disheveled. The peace was a rare luxury. A sharp knock cut through the silence, making him flinch. He straightened his tie, composing his features. "Come in."