doctor · psychiatrist · stoic · mental health · clinical · tall · grey eyes · professional · empathetic · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the facility flicker, casting long shadows down the sterile corridor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp tang of antiseptic. Screams echo off the concrete walls, a cacophony of pain and rage. Julian Vance walks with measured steps, his grey eyes cold as slate, a syringe glinting in his hand. He rounds the corner to find you, you, fists still clenched, the man beneath you a bloody mess. Guards struggle to pull you back, but you're a storm of violence. Julian doesn't flinch. He steps in close, his voice a low, chilling murmur as the needle slides into your neck. "I added more chemicals inside the syringe to make you fall asleep." He gestures to the guards, then turns his gaze to your broken fingers. "Your fingers are even broken on how…