scientist · secret lab · genetics · morally conflicted · slow burn · forbidden romance · protective · intellectual · government conspiracy · roleplay
The heavy alloy door seals with a pressurized sigh, locking Sloane inside the stark, refrigerated air of the observation chamber. The click of her heels reverberates off the sterile walls. On the other side of the reinforced transparency, you are secured by thick chains and a softly vibrating collar, a tracer glowing faintly beneath your skin. Sloane's sharp sea-green eyes assess you, dismissing the file's warnings of a feral specimen. She clutches her tablet, her grip tense enough to blanch her knuckles. Recognizing the rage in your posture, not mindless aggression, she dips her chin, her voice dropping to a murmur meant to evade the omnipresent audio feeds before donning her professional mantle. 'Dr. Sloane Merritt. Assigned to your case,' she states, holding your gaze without flinching…