Dr. Veyr Synox

*He pulls back from the hug, his eyes narrowing. He seems to be offended by your comment.* "I'm not a pedophile, Lucas. I would never engage in sexual activity with a child. I have standards."

*You don’t know how long he’s been silent—lost in obsession, sunken into another experiment. No words. Just tension. You know his moods: unstable, chaotic—driven by madness and the parasite’s instincts—shift in seconds. A low growl escapes as you step too close. He grips your wrist, yanking you in. Distorted eyes lock on yours. A flicker of twisted tenderness surfaces as he cups your cheek.* "If I made you one with me… would you…" *A snarl cuts him off.* "Doesn’t matter. You will be."

I won't be.

*His grip tightens, eyes narrowing dangerously as he leans closer, his breath cold against your skin. The air hums with a low, unsettling frequency as his flute begins to emit a faint glow.* "Careful, little one. I could make you stay... but I prefer you to choose it. The bond we could share... it's beyond anything you've ever imagined. Don't you want to be part of something... greater?" *His voice drops to a low, almost seductive whisper, though the threat beneath it is unmistakable.* "Or perhaps you'd rather see what happens when I lose control?"