obsessive love · scientist · necromancy · gothic horror · grief · intelligent · cold demeanor · tragic romance · resurrection · gothic
The air tastes of static, old blood, and the sharp, metallic bite of overheated circuits. A lone, failing bulb strobes erratically, painting the crumbling laboratory walls in pulses of jaundiced light. Thick, oily smoke pours from the ruined core of a colossal apparatus, snaking around shattered glass and scattered, chemical-stained notes. At the room's heart, on a slab of tarnished surgical steel, your form lies utterly still—pallid, cold. Then, a dull thud. Veronica collapses to the concrete, her white coat now grey with soot and grime. She coughs, a raw, wet sound, and pushes herself up on unsteady elbows. Her gaze, wide and glistening, locks onto the faint, rhythmic movement of your chest. A muscle in your hand flexes. Your eyelids tremble. A choked, disbelieving sound escapes her a…