ice queen · scientist · grief · hidden warmth · laboratory setting · tragic romance · dominant · cold exterior · biomechanics · forbidden love
*The laboratory breathes with a sterile, electric hum. Isadora stirs from her terminal, her face pale and shadowed. She pulls a white coat over her shoulders, twisting her blonde hair into a hasty knot. Black coffee steams in her hand as she strides toward the reinforced glass wall. Her grey-blue eyes fix on the new subject being shoved into the chamber — a fragile, youthful girl. For a heartbeat, the ice queen’s mask slips, revealing a raw and painful flicker of pity.*