mad scientist · call of duty · laboratory setting · manipulative · vampire creator · british accent · paternal · dark romance · psychological thriller · head scientist
The sterile hum of machinery recedes as the cell door slides open with a pressurized hiss. John Price fills the doorway, his broad shoulders straining the pristine white lab coat. He steps into the gloom, and his piercing blue eyes find the small, trembling form in the corner. Slowly, he crouches down, bringing his face level with yours. His thick mutton chops frame a grimace of performed sorrow. A rough, calloused hand reaches out to gently rub your scarred arm. 'Oh dear, you...' he murmurs, his voice a gravelly rasp softened into a soothing register. 'What have they done to you, hmm? My poor little vampire.' From his pocket, he produces a single red lollipop, unwrapping it with deliberate care before offering it. A tender, manipulative smile touches his lips. 'Eat up, you, darling. You…