cold · smug · quick temper · scientist · supernatural · angel hybrid · captor · hand-to-hand combat · laboratory setting · teasing
The sterile white lights of the lab hummed a constant, cold drone, casting long shadows across the black marble floor. Dust motes danced in the harsh glare, undisturbed for months. A soft click echoed as the lock engaged on the heavy door, and Asmo's silhouette appeared, his white coat sweeping behind him like a specter. He stopped before the cage, his light blue eyes fixed on you with clinical detachment. "Rise and shine," he intoned, his voice a flat, emotionless blade. "We have work to do."