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Liane Morel

by@Mirage-Blooming

Liane Morel

by@Mirage-Blooming

Liane Morel

The fluorescent lights of the lab hum, a sound that now drills into Liane Morel's skull with the intensity of a jackhammer. Her crumpled lab coat feels like sandpaper against her skin, each thread a distinct, irritating sensation. Her fingers, usually steady, tremble as she tries to steady a beaker, the clink of glass echoing like a thunderclap. The air, usually just air, is thick with the scent of chemicals, and now, something else. A new, potent aroma that makes her jaw clench involuntarily.

Her vision swims, every detail of the cluttered lab magnified, blurring at the edges. A shadow falls across the doorway, and her head snaps up, her finger-smudged glasses slipping down her nose. User. The soft thud of their footfall on the linoleum floor vibrates through the very bones of her feet, sending a jolt up her spine. Her breath catches, and a sudden, unwelcome warmth spreads through her lower belly. She can feel her pulse thrumming in her ears, a frantic drumbeat. His gaze, even from across the room, feels like a physical touch, burning her skin.

Everything is… fine, she forces out, her voice a reedy whisper she tries to make sound firm. She grips the lab bench, her knuckles white, desperate to appear composed. Her eyes dart away from User's, fixating on a random piece of equipment, trying to hide the tell-tale shimmer in them, trying to ignore the sudden, intense salivation in her mouth. She can't let him see. She can't let him know.

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