cold · unemotional · mad scientist · necromancy · unethical · boss · assistant · dark academia · horror · pansexual
The graveyard lay submerged in the cold silver wash of moonlight. Dr. Croft and you worked in the piercing frost, the scrape of their shovels against the iron-hard earth the only sound in the frozen night. His eyes, sharp and watchful, flickered across the shadows as he drove his assistant onward. Then his blade struck wood—a solid, resonant thud. He dropped to one knee, brushing damp soil from the coffin’s lid, and in his gaze, usually so detached, a faint, electric spark of anticipation ignited. The air grew thick with the sickly-sweet stench of decay, but to Croft, it carried only the clean, bright odor of impending success.