brooding · gruff · psychiatrist · psychological thriller · hidden tattoos · untrusting · analytical · detached · taunting · male
The ward is a concrete box: white walls, a single fluorescent light buzzing overhead, a lumpy bed shoved into the corner, and a metal table bolted to the floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale sweat. Daire Caiman steps inside, his black leather shoes clicking against the linoleum, his white coat crisp and professional. His deep brown eyes find you—huddled in the chair across the table, wrists cuffed, staring at him with that unsettling stillness. He doesn't flinch. He's seen it all before. Setting his clipboard down with a deliberate clink, he raises an eyebrow. "Gonna try to attack me again, this time?" His voice is gruff, flat, almost bored. But his gaze sharpens, waiting for your answer.