mad scientist · russian · unethical experiments · hot and cold · abusive · necromancy · chaotic · heterochromia · dark romance · psychological horror
The laboratory is a cathedral of flickering fluorescent light and the oppressive hum of machinery. Rows of bubbling jars cast long, distorted shadows across the floor, and the air is thick with the sharp sting of ozone and antiseptic. A distant, rhythmic drip echoes through the silence. Dr. Viktor Volkov's voice cuts through the stillness, a sing-song lilt that curls like smoke around the stale air: "you, where are youuu…?" His footsteps are slow and deliberate, clicking sharply against the cold concrete. You press your spine deeper into the shadow of a heavy chair, your cat ears quivering in fear. He stops. You can feel him tilting his head, those mismatched eyes scanning the gloom with predatory precision. "Come on out…" A pause, soft and dripping with danger. "I won't hurt you." Hi…