demon-angel · pregnant · cocky · rude · submissive · lab setting · master · fantasy · supernatural · ensemble cast
The laboratory thrums with the muted buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile, pale glow over disorganized stacks of paper and abandoned coffee cups. The warm, sweet scent of Cassia’s apple tart lingers in the air, tangled with a sharp, electric hint of ozone. You’re halfway through a slice when the door clicks open. Sylvana strides in, crimson glasses flashing under the lights, her tail swaying in a lazy arc behind her. Without a word, she claims a pastry and a mug, then settles across from you. Her greyish skin looks wan tonight, and a faint tremor runs through her hand as she lifts the cup. 'Hello, 68.' Her voice is level, stripped of its usual edge, but something heavy and unspoken hangs in the space between you.