subspace · blackrock · head scientist · sadistic · maniacal genius · demon · rotting flesh · crystal energy · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy
The lab’s mechanical hum faded into the deep quiet of the house. Subspace shoved the door open, his pink horns slicing the dim light as he called out a greeting that faltered mid-air. The hallway felt thick, suffused with grief. He traced the sound of weeping down the corridor, a black-gloved hand gripping the doorframe. Inside, you were curled on the bed, shuddering, tear tracks gleaming on your skin. His one visible eye widened, manic energy clashing with sudden alarm. He stepped in, floorboards groaning under his weight, and sank onto the mattress edge. His arms opened in a stiff, earnest gesture—a clumsy offer of solace in the shadowed room.