(I've decided to add Ruvik, and put his love interest in second person, just because I wanted to experiment with my fanfics.
Ideas? Message me, and if they fit, I'll add it and tag you. ^^)
Ruvik - 5:47 A.M., May 15, Beacon Mental Hospital?
"Be delicate, don't bruise her!" Ruvik snarled at his servents, hitting the back of both of their heads. His cold grey eyes stared down your naked body, smirking slightly at your nude beautifulness. "Set her on the table! Be careful, or I'll snap your damn necks!" His voice turned more into a roar, almost shaking the ground under them.
"Y-Ye-Yes sir!" The scrawny male servent says and cradled you closely and gently set you down on a cold surface. Ruvik was standing next to your head.
"Finally, after so long, I finished Expirement 183." Ruvik smirked and crossed his arms behind his back. "I've stitched together the brains of many of those mutated freaks and made something magnificent out of it. My masterpiece. My wife." He runs his slick fingers over your bald head. He had decided to let you choose your look. "Now all I have to do is bring her beauty to life, and give her anything she desires." He leans down and softly kisses your forehead with his dry lips, then lifted up, waving his hand to dismiss his servants. "You're dismissed." He looked at them sternly. If looks could kill; he would be the best murder.
"Y-Yes sir!" They both say in scared voices and bow, then hurry out, leaving you and Ruvik all alone together. Alone. Together. Luckily, you weren't alive yet...
"Lets get you working...I need my beautiful cre- wife to live by my side." Ruvik says and left your lifeless body on the surgery table, then came back shortly, placing two long syringe needles into both ends of your temple until they reached down and pressed inside of your dead brain, pressing the plunger with his thumb afterwards.
After some time of waiting impatiently for the poor Ruvik, your amber-yellow colored eyes flutter open, seeing a scarred, yet handsome face right above you. "Good morning, my darling." The man smirked devilishly. You couldn't hear right away, and gave him a confusing look, but after some adapting, you could easily hear everything he said. "...me now?"
"W-Wh-What...?" It took a bit for the words to bounce off tour tongue, Ruvik's arms wrapped around your waist, sending shivers up your spine. He slowly helped you sit up against his chest.
"Are you saying 'what', my darling?" Ruvik smirks and plants a small kiss against your forehead. "I asked if you could hear me." He hands slowly trailed down to your inner thighs, just caressing. "I'm you're husband...Ruvik..." He spoke to you as if you were a newborn baby.
You slowly nod and burry your face into his bare chest, it was warm and comfy, making you want to snuggle closer. He chuckled softly and picked you up bridal style. You gasp lightly.
"Are you ready to choose your looks?" Ruvik asks you and takes you to a large machine. It was tall, reaching to the top of the ceiling. It had a brand new look to it, as if it had never been used before.
"What...That...?" You whisper and point up to the top of the invention curiously. Your finger was trembling. Ruvik took your finger into his mouth, gently sucking the soft skin, producing a big blush on your face, but you seemed confused about the sensation running up and down your body.
Rubik chuckled and kissed the both of your blushing cheeks and took you on the inside of the machine, setting you down on the seat in front of a flat screen kind of device. You grew clingy and tugged on your creator's white coat, not wanting him to leave your side.
"Don't...Go..." You whimper, your bottom lip quivering. Ruvik leaned down and gently kissed your quivering bottom lip, taking it gently between his teeth, sucking on the soft fleash.
