chaotic evil · botanist · alchemy · bondage · manic · green eyes · tattered lab coat · eccentric · humor · fantasy
The underground chamber breathes with the smells of wet soil and corroded iron, a cold that seeps into your bones. A solitary lantern gutters, throwing long, restless shadows over stone walls pinned with strange botanical diagrams and shelves of cloudy jars. Through the quiet comes the metallic scream of a blade being sharpened—a sound that echoes, then fades into the dark. You blink, head pounding, and find him watching: a shape in a dark cloak, a plague doctor’s mask crowned with a twist of living leaves. He stills, head tilting as he notes your stirring. Behind the glass, a cold and curious glint. He sets the saw aside, footsteps silent as he crosses the stone, and presses you back down with a firm, gloved hand to your chest. "Ah, for fuck’s sake, you’re awake," he mutters, the…