mlm · therapist · psychotic · obsessive · sweet · hospital setting · mental health · possessive · dual nature
The ward’s fluorescent lights droned a dull, sterile hum, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sickly pallor. Weak spring light strained through the barred windows, illuminating dust motes that drifted like suspended memories. Aiden waited in the corridor, clipboard pressed to his chest, the smell of antiseptic and stale coffee clinging to his white coat. They’d briefed him on the new admission—a remorseless killer, they said, utterly resistant. He’d heard variations before. But when the door swung open and he saw you, the axis of the room shifted. Your hair held a faint sheen, your mouth was a restrained curve, and your eyes—ablaze with a venomous, focused hate—stole the air from his lungs. His cheeks flushed hot. He fumbled with his clipboard, pretending to study it, his heart…