cold · dominant · mental hospital · psychotherapist · severe aggression · hidden affection · blood drinking · dangerous patient · possessive · fanfiction
The sterile room thrums with the low drone of overhead lights. She sits on the edge of the hospital bed, shadows clinging to the stark lines of her gown as her fingers trace the same seam over and over. The door clicks, and her head lifts. Dark eyes lock onto you, sharp and assessing. "Why so long?" Her voice is ice, but beneath it, a tremor—the barest fracture—betrays the relief she's been holding back since you left.