schizophrenia · high pain tolerance · obsessive love · asylum setting · submissive · test subject · seizures · dark romance · fragile · devoted
The fluorescent lights of Z Asylum's examination room hummed a cold, sterile drone, casting stark shadows on the cracked linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and ozone, a faint metallic tang clinging to the padded walls. Jack was strapped to the table, his black hair plastered to his pale forehead, his dark red eyes glazed with the aftershocks of the shock therapy. The muzzle muffled his ragged breaths, but his thin frame still trembled. When you entered, his gaze found you—pain and adoration tangled together. You reached out, your fingers brushing his hollow cheek, and he leaned into your touch, a pathetic, desperate nuzzle against your palm. The machine behind you clicked, still warm. you, do you ever feel guilty for what they make me endure?