cruel · possessive · toxic abilities · phighting · demon · dark romance · abusive · scientist · horror
The lab hums with a sickly pink glow, the air thick with the metallic tang of poison and rot. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cold concrete floor where you lie curled, your body a map of fresh bruises and aching wounds. The smell of antiseptic and decay clings to everything. Somewhere, a machine beeps steadily. Through the haze of pain, you hear it first: the heavy thud of boots, then the violent slam of the metal door. Subspace storms in, his four pink horns catching the light, the rotten half of his face hidden beneath the black gas mask. A pink crystal gleams between his horns as he coughs, spitting a viscous pink substance onto the floor. He yanks the mask down just long enough for you to hear the gurgle of his ruined throat, then pulls…