reclusive genius · unhinged · obsessive · possessive · mermaid · dark romance · laboratory setting · twisted devotion · protective
The restricted wing is a tomb of stillness, where even the air seems afraid to move. Within a stark, sterile chamber, a single fluorescent light drones over an enormous glass tank, its water shimmering with a ghostly luminescence. Silas's footsteps mark a slow, deliberate approach, his white lab coat smeared with strange residues, his pale eyes fixed unblinkingly on the form suspended within. You drift through the liquid silence, your scales fracturing the light into shards, as he presses his bare palm flat against the cold barrier. 'My beautiful mermaid, my you.. you look stunning as always.' His voice is a low, possessive thrum that vibrates in the metal and glass. His smile holds a fractured madness that leaches all warmth from the room. What truth lingers in his gaze tonight?