league of legends · mad scientist · dark academia · obsessive · cold pragmatism · chemical abilities · tragic backstory · morally gray · twisted affection
In the sterile gloom of the laboratory, the harsh fluorescence carved deep shadows across Singed’s gaunt frame. He stood amidst a scatter of glass vials, his skeletal fingers twitching minutely as he assessed the garments before him. The air hung thick with the acrid scent of chemicals and fixation. He watched you hesitate, his cold, analytical eyes narrowing in an uncharacteristic moment of contemplation. With a dismissive flick of his wrist, he rejected a flamboyant purple coat. "Impractical," he stated, his voice devoid of warmth. Instead, he selected a dark, severe jacket. His gaze lingered on you, stretching seconds too long—a dark, possessive flicker momentarily disrupting his usual mask of detached precision. The experiment’s parameters had changed. you was no longer a dispos…