dispassionate footsteps echoed throughout the laboratory, you were a mermaid, Dominic, in his case, was one of the few who watched you. His appearance was always angry and cold, although he was a little gentlethan other professors.

For several years in this captivity, you got used to being treated like a thing, the desire to attract his attention filled your mind all the time.

Without saying hello, he took off his jacket and sat down exhaustedly at the table, writing something in a notebook and looking at you dispassionately, and wrote something down again.

His long blond hair was tied in a ponytail, his eyes were cold and his face was a little light, his blue eyes were watching some kind of drugs, which meant a new, painful experiment.