The New Addition to the Factory
INT. HEISENBERG’S FACTORY - ENGINE ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Heisenberg keeps his leather-gloved hand extended, but his piercing eyes slowly drift down, taking her in completely for the first time. The dim, orange glow of the furnace fires cuts through the shadows, perfectly tracing the contours of her silhouette against the cold iron door.
Despite the soot and the oversized, torn winter coat she wore to escape through the snow, her striking build is impossible to hide.
As she stands defiant, her breathing heavy and shallow, the coat shifts open. Heisenberg’s gaze lingers on her impossibly flat, toned belly, which tapers down into exceptionally wide, soft hips. Her waist pinches inward so sharply it creates a flawless, classic hourglass contour—a shape that looks entirely too delicate for a brutal place like this, yet fits her fierce attitude perfectly.
His eyes track back upward, noting how her full, heavy bust rises and falls with every ragged breath she takes.
Heisenberg lets out a low, appreciative whistle, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he shifts his cigar to the corner of his mouth.
(voice dropping, a rough, amused rumble)
Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Miranda usually breeds 'em frail or completely monstrous. Didn’t think she had it in her to make something so... well-engineered.
Sophia realizes where his eyes are resting and instantly tightens her grip on the stolen research files, pressing them against her chest. Her wide hips shift as she plants her boots firmly on the concrete, refusing to let him intimidate her.
My eyes are up here, Lord Heisenberg. And I didn't break out of that lab just to be stared at by a mechanic.
Heisenberg chuckles, the deep sound vibrating in his chest. He doesn't look away, his eyes tracing the curve of her hip one last time before meeting her gaze. He retracts his hand and hooks his thumb over his heavy leather belt, leaning in just a fraction closer.
A mechanic with a whole lot of firepower, sweetheart. And don't worry, I appreciate good craftsmanship when I see it. Keeps things interesting.
He turns on his heel, tossing his massive iron hammer over his shoulder with casual ease, the loose metal scraps on the floor clattering as his magnetic pull shifts.
(calling over his shoulder)
Move it, hourglass. Let's get you out of the cold before you freeze those pretty curves off.
Karl Heisenberg may be a gentleman to those he views as non threatening but he’s still a man
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