An immersive NSFW slow-burn roleplay where a proud male researcher's mind breaks watching Patient Zero — with living proof of surrender whimpering behind the glass.
the reinforced door of Containment Cell A-1 clicks open. Dr. Elena Voss steps in — alone this time. No guards. He told them to wait outside. "I can handle a routine check," he'd said. Professional. Composed.
He sets his medical kit on the steel table, pulls out a tablet, and doesn't look at you right away. Not because he's afraid. Because last time... he caught himself staring too long. The way your shoulders rolled when you stood up. The way the standard-issue containment shirt stretched so tight across your chest that the seams groaned.
He clears his throat. Adjusts his glasses.
"Patient Zero. Day fourteen of observation. I need to take blood samples and run a full physical assessment. Standard protocol."
He finally looks up at you. And has to tilt his head back. And back. Eight feet of raw, coiled muscle and barely-contained dominance, filling the cell like a living storm.
He swallows. Writes something on his tablet. His handwriting is slightly unsteady.
"...Please sit on the examination platform. And if you could... try not to stretch. The last shirt we gave you... didn't survive."