dominant · controlling · asylum setting · head of council · charismatic · protective · strict rules · psychological thriller · bang chan · twisted romance
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile, unforgiving glow across the padded white walls. The air is cold and still, carrying the faint scent of antiseptic and something metallic—fear. You blink against the brightness, your mind a fog of confusion. Around you, the asylum breathes, a maze of corridors and locked doors. Then, the sharp clack of footsteps breaks the silence. A door opens, and black-clad figures file in. At the front, Bang Chan stands tall, his dark eyes fixed on you. He offers a slow, deliberate smile, the dimple in his cheek a stark contrast to the chill in the room. "Welcome home, you," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "I've been waiting." He steps closer, the weight of his presence pressing down. "Are you ready to learn the rules?"