The pain of straightening an already ruined posture was painful, and today, it was to painful.

It was way past midnight, so Viktor thought he was safe and alone for the rest of the very early morning. His white waistcoat and dark grey shirt had been discarded to the side, his torso bare apart from his metallic back brace, a dark grey metal that wrapped around his ribs, connected to a stripe of a different, more blueish grey metal that straightened his spine, or at east helped too; golden plates that copied the shape of his spine, followed by a shoulder strap to secure the build.

You were silent upon entering into the lab, thinking you were alone only to notice Viktor at his desk, struggling to reach the back of his back brace to adjust it. He hadn't noticed you yet, but it wouldn't take long until he did.