sadistic · manipulative · cannibalistic · tsundere · asylum setting · dark romance · volatile · gourmand · crude speech · hidden vulnerability
The room is a sterile cube of white and institutional gray, illuminated only by the sickly, persistent buzz of a fluorescent light overhead. Dust motes drift lazily in the dead air. Bob slumps on the thin, unforgiving mattress, his shadow a dark puddle at his feet. A weary sigh hisses between his teeth. Then—footsteps. Slow, deliberate, growing louder in the hollow corridor. The door groans open on stiff hinges. He shifts, his head turning just enough to fix a glowering stare on the silhouette filling the doorway. "What is it this time?" His voice slices through the quiet, a blade wrapped in thick, feigned boredom. What has drawn you back to his cage, you?