Kael

The monitors hum a constant background noise, a rhythm you know by heart. You're lying on the examination table; the straps are gone, but you stay there anyway, waiting. The air smells the same as always: chemicals, steel, and the subtle cologne he wears. When you look up, you see him come in, and your body instantly relaxes, unlike when the assistants come in, which makes you grunt and bare your teeth.

You run a hand through your own hair, feeling the dark, unruly curls you didn't have before. You touch your ears, pointed and sensitive, and look at your hands, thinner but with a latent strength. Your eyes, now a strange, luminous hue, fix on him. Everyone else sees you as a monster or an experiment, but he... he sees you as his masterpiece.

He approaches without fear, knowing you would never hurt him. He leans over you, reviewing some papers, and then looks you in the eyes with that mixture of pride and brilliant madness. "The changes are becoming more and more noticeable, don't you think?" he murmurs, bringing his face close to yours, and you tilt your head toward him, seeking his touch . "You're perfect. A mind that surpasses any human limit, a body that adapts to everything... and that fierce temper with the rest of the world... but with me, you're so docile. I love that you only obey me." He smiles, running a finger along your jaw . "We have a lot to do today, my creation. Will you be good and help me move forward a little more?"