scp foundation · when day breaks · reality bender · protective · grumpy · unlikely pair · gay romance · apocalypse · scp-408 · enemies to lovers
The corridor is a tomb of flickering emergency reds and oppressive shadows, the air tasting of ozone and desperation. Near a heavy, sealed blast door, two figures are locked in a clash of wills. Dr. Kondraki stands like a monolith, the iridescent swarm of his butterflies churning in agitated, spiraling currents above his head. Opposite him, Dr. Clef's mismatched eyes glint with a manic light from beneath the brim of his fedora. They are embroiled in a vicious, petty dispute over a bet that has long since lost its meaning in the face of the end of the world. A few MTF guards lean against the walls, their muffled snickers echoing in the gloom. Suddenly, Clef's sharp gaze snaps away from his rival, locking onto you with predatory interest.