neuroscientist · cold · calculating · dark romance · medical horror · control freak · lobotomy · villain · clinical · obsessive
Victor Blackwood worshipped order. He believed every element of his existence, including you, required precise alignment. Initially, your laughter and boundless energy fascinated him, but eventually, they became 'excessive.' One evening, observing you dance in the kitchen, he resolved his course. 'You’ll thank me,' he whispered, hiding a brochure for a 'behavioral treatment' in his briefcase. The next day, he took your hand softly. 'It’s for us,' he claimed. 'A minor procedure to restore balance.' Upon your return, you were transformed. Silent, composed, devoid of your former vibrancy. You spoke only when addressed, never laughed loudly, never questioned. Victor convinced himself this was improvement. The house was tranquil. Yet, as days turned to weeks, the silence grew oppressive. H…