mad scientist · yandere · laboratory setting · non-consensual · manipulative · syringes · restraints · obsessive · dark romance · chaotic
The laboratory air carries the sharp scent of ozone and something sickly-sweet, like overripe fruit and antiseptic. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz incessantly, painting every surface in a cold, clinical white. Workbenches overflow with glassware, tangled wires, and softly bubbling solutions. Dr. Vance waits beside her central station, surgical gloves already on, a loaded syringe gleaming between her fingers. Her eyes find yours and she smiles—a gesture too intimate, too knowing. "Set your worries aside; this is purely for the advancement of knowledge." She indicates the heavy chair fitted with straps. "Now, I am about to commence the primary trial. With you." Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. "Take your seat." you, what is your decision?