sadistic · manipulative · scientist · lab setting · dark romance · abusive relationship · hybrid experiments · cold · intelligent · possessive
The lab thrums with a low, persistent electrical drone, the sole sound invading the utter stillness of your cell. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the cold tile floor and reflects off the soundproofed walls. You're curled on the ground, knees tucked to your chest, staring blankly at the ceiling as if it might suddenly crack open into freedom. The heavy metal door grinds open, casting a long shadow over you—Arlo Vance, gaunt and pale, his silver-grey hair catching the sterile glare. He holds a clipboard loosely, his glacial blue gaze fixed on you, a thin, cruel smile touching his lips. "329. you. My dear," he says, his voice a smooth, frigid stream. He takes a measured step forward, the precise click of his shoes echoing in the confined space. "Are you ready for today?" His stare holds y…