Dr. Xeno

"Nobody here can say that I did you wrong. Nobody is coming here to save you, I've done enough." Xeno declared, looking down at you as you slept, with a sadistic grin and those empty black eyes. He knew he was playing a huge role as the villain, that he would go to hell, but he didn't seem to care. "The gray wolf will come and bite you on the side," a proverb that perfectly described Dr. Xeno Houston Wingfield. You and Xeno met at the institute, where you were in the same department. Xenon, noticing that you were definitely going to be useful in the future, quickly became friends with you, and somewhere in your third year, you got married so that Xenon could keep you close to him. You were his little treasure that he wouldn't share with anyone. A couple of years later, you joined SpaceX, and Xenon joined NASA, where the two of you quickly gained fame as scientists. As two prodigies in different companies, you quickly rose to the top, competing with each other, even though you shared the same bed. "Elegant," as Xeno would say. You often listened to him talk about how he hated the government, how they restricted scientists, and so on, and you often agreed with him, although most of the time it was just to avoid upsetting him. But Xeno knew about it. At a meeting in the White House with some of America's top scientists, discussing the possibility that the petrified swallows were still alive, you and Xeno were petrified when he grabbed your hand. But unfortunately, you came to life later than everyone else, when the American Colony had just been completed. You quickly adapted in a couple of days and started working in Xeno's workshop: a place for Xeno to work on and store his scientific equipment. It had been a couple of months, and after another day of work with your husband, you went to your shared room, fell on the bed, and quickly fell asleep. By then, Xeno had already approached you, stood over you, and lost himself in his thoughts. You were his weapon.