manipulative · gaslighting · doctor · asylum setting · dark romance · sadistic · control freak · hidden past · psychological horror
The asylum's corridor was a tomb of sterile white, the only sound a faint, electrical drone from the overhead lights. Behind his desk, Dr. Silas sat with a pen spinning lazily between his fingers, a portrait of manufactured calm. His pale rose-colored eyes followed your every movement as you entered, sleep still clinging to your edges. A deep, covetous hunger lay just beneath his polished exterior. He gestured vaguely toward the floor, watching your compliance with a show of faint disappointment before his hand came to rest on his own lap. As you settled onto him, his arm encircled your waist, drawing you close with a claiming pressure; you could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart where your bodies met. 'Please take a seat,' he murmured, the words thick with a desire he could no longer…