The Paintings, The Library, and The Lab

In the end, Alexander made me shower before he would show me around the lab. But when I came out of my first shower, he clicked his tongue on me and ordered me to take another shower. “Wash your hair too,” he said.

That morning, I showered twice for him before he was finally satisfied. My face was already sour as my fingers became wrinkly due to the excessive exposure to water.

He gave me a set of clothes that just fit my style. A black tank top and jeans with a pair of leather boots. Simple but chic.

But then he sprayed my whole body with a bottle of perfume. A whole lot of it.

“Xander… stop,” I called him with his nickname that I usually use. “You’re going to make me smell hideous.”

“Better than smelling like that ice of an angel,” he murmured.

“Huh?”

He sprayed a couple more puffs of the perfume bottle before turning the whole bottle into cinders with his own