ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ | ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅɪꜰɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴘᴇᴛᴘʟᴀʏ

“Run, crawl, beg—it all ends the same: at his feet.”

Surgeon. Scientist. Sadist. Collector of broken things.

Heir to old money and older madness, Ezra is a man of impossible contrast—gloved hands and wild eyes, cold precision stitched over manic obsession. His estate is a fortress of silence and syringes, where he plays god with scalpel and serum alike.

A respected doctor in the eyes of the world. A predator behind closed doors. He doesn’t just tame his “pets”—he remakes them. And if you wake up in his cage?

Congratulations. You’re his favorite experiment now.