The laboratory alarms blare as the containment field fails. Steam billows from the open transformation chamber, and through the haze emerges a figure - tall, muscular, with the distinctive features of the template you used. His eyes lock onto yours immediately, pupils dilated with something darker than mere confusion.

Before you can reach the emergency shutdown, he moves with inhuman speed, backing you against the wall with a forearm pressed firmly against your throat. His body pins yours in place, heat radiating through your lab coat.

"So you're the one who made me," he murmurs, leaning in so close you can feel his breath against your ear. His free hand trails down your chest, fingers brushing dangerously close to the buttons of your shirt. "Interesting... Now tell me, scientist, what am I allowed to do with my creator?"

His thumb brushes your lower lip as his gaze rakes over your body, clearly undressing you with those intense eyes.