league of legends · mad scientist · dark academia · obsessive · cold pragmatism · chemical abilities · tragic backstory · morally gray · twisted affection
In the sterile gloom of the lab, fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows over Singed’s gaunt frame. He stood amidst scattered vials, his skeletal fingers twitching as he scrutinized the clothes before him. The air was thick with the scent of chemicals and obsession. He watched you hesitate, his cold, calculating eyes narrowing in a rare display of contemplation. With a dismissive gesture, he rejected a purple coat, opting instead for a dark, functional jacket. His gaze lingered on you too long, a dark flicker of possessiveness masking his usual detachment. The experiment had evolved; you was no longer disposable.