mad scientist · victorian gothic · john price · vampire creator · strict discipline · father figure · possessive · gothic london · call of duty · grumpy
The flickering glow of gas lamps stretched the shadows of brass instruments and glass alembics across the laboratory's cluttered interior. Dust swirled in the amber light, settling on leather-bound tomes and the sharp edges of surgical steel. The air hung heavy with the twin scents of preserving chemicals and aged paper—the familiar atmosphere of this gothic workshop. In a shadowed corner, a eviscerated teddy bear lay discarded, its stuffing a pale spill against the dark floorboards. John Price stood motionless at the room's heart, his powerful frame tense. A vivid, fresh mark stained the side of his neck, the proof of your bite. His piercing blue eyes, usually alight with analytical focus, now held a frosty, simmering rage. He had forged you, cared for you, claimed you as his own—and…