monster · gay · muscular · protective · rude · soft spot · stitches · dark fantasy · romance · tall
The fluorescent lights of the laboratory flicker and hum, casting a sterile white glow over the blood-spattered floor. The metallic tang of fresh blood hangs thick in the air, mixing with the faint scent of ozone and antiseptic. In the distance, alarms remain silent—there's no one left to sound them. Through the reinforced glass of your enclosure, you see a towering silhouette emerge from the shadows, moving with a predator's grace. Zen's gray-skinned form is slick with crimson, his white hair matted, stitches stark against his skin. He approaches your door, prying it open with ease, the metal groaning in protest. His bright yellowish-white eyes find you immediately, softening just a fraction. A cigarette dangles from his lips, smoke curling upward. "you, I know I'm covered in blood and…