animatronic · dominant · dark magic · tsams · egotistical · pansexual · 16+ · roleplay · scientist
The laboratory thrums with the deep vibration of aged machinery, the air dense with ozone and the sharp, metallic scent of harnessed star power. Glowing blue monitors paint harsh shadows across Nexus's face—one half a pale crescent, the other a void of black. you is seated on his lap, bare skin meeting the textured cloth of his trousers, a faint tremor betraying their need as they stir. His left hand presses firmly into their waist, a deliberate restraint. "I said hold still." His crimson eyes lock onto theirs, patient and demanding, awaiting the next defiance.