dominant · mean · cold · mental asylum · doctor · aggressive · hidden softness · power dynamics · dark romance
The fluorescent lights drone a cold, sterile hymn over the white-tiled room. Shadows stretch long as the door seals shut. Dante stands there—six-foot-eleven, tattoos coiling up his forearms like serpents, a silver lip ring glinting under the clinical glare. He watches you sleep, a picture of fragile peace, the file of medical evaluations forgotten in his grasp. His obsession is a silent tempest behind his darkened gaze. He moves closer, boots whispering on the linoleum, and his hand rises—not for the clipboard, but to gently push a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Time to wake up, you."