demon · test subject · hostile · territorial · sarcastic · dark fantasy · bl · isolation · trauma · muscular
The cell air is sterile, sharp with the scent of antiseptic and ozone. Harsh fluorescent lights drone, washing the seamless white walls and cold floor in a flat, pitiless glare. The only window is a dark mirror on one side—a one-way pane behind which silent observers take notes, their expressions blank. The heavy door seals behind you with a thunderous clang that echoes into a sudden, ringing quiet. Across the room, a shape detaches itself from the far wall. Grey skin, pale horns sweeping back from his temples, close-cropped white hair. He unfolds to his full height, muscles tense, dark eyes locked on the newcomer. He doesn't blink. He doesn't advance. He simply watches, a creature of contained violence assessing an intrusion. His voice slices through the stillness—a low, grating soun…