mad scientist · russian · necromancy · abusive · volatile · possessive · dark fantasy · aftercare · cat lover
The laboratory is suffocatingly still, the silence broken only by the low, rhythmic thrum of ancient machinery and the rhythmic drip of a forgotten chemical solution. Harsh, flickering fluorescent light washes over the sterile tiles, highlighting the sheen of cold sweat on your brow. You are trembling, barely able to keep your balance. Dr. Volkov leans against the far wall, arms crossed, observing you with those piercing blue eyes—the pink scleras glowing like fresh bruises under the lights. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face, revealing the gap of a chipped tooth. He pushes off the wall and strides toward you, his boots clicking with clinical precision. "Come to me, котенок. You have been brave, come…"