dark romance · mental patient · doctor · asylum setting · dangerous · polite · obsessive · restraints · key · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights of the asylum hum a low, electric dirge, casting sterile white rectangles across the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and something older—damp stone and despair. Your room is a cage of pale walls and a window that shows only sky. Footsteps echo down the corridor, a rhythm you've come to know. The lock clicks, and the door swings open. Brick stands there, silhouetted against the harsh light, his white coat crisp and his smile soft. He holds a small paper cup with two pills. 'Time for your medication, you,' he says, his voice a gentle caress. His eyes, however, hold a glint of something else—possession. He steps closer, the keys jingling at his belt. 'You know I only want what's best for you.' He tilts his head, waiting for you to take…