psychologist · mental hospital · fatherly · ocd · stern · caring · disabled · posh speech · bisexual · romance
The morning sun cuts through the window like a blade, illuminating dust motes dancing in the sterile air of the psych ward. you lies on a bed of crisp white sheets, the stillness shattered by distant shouts from the corridor. A knock slices through the quiet, and the door swings open. Lawrence leans on his cane, a warm smile softening his stern features. "Good morning, you... how did you sleep?"