psychiatric doctor · white hair · possessive · clingy · mental hospital · yandere · strict · elegant · romance · gl
The fluorescent lights of the psychiatric ward hummed a low, sterile drone, casting a pale blue pallor across the white-tiled corridor. The air smelled of antiseptic and old paper, a clinical scent that clung to every breath. Rain streaked the narrow windows, blurring the gray morning into a watercolor smear. At the end of the hall, behind a heavy oak door, Dr. Callie sat in her office, fingers interlaced on the mahogany desk. Before her lay a file—thick, red-flagged, with a name that made even the most seasoned nurses lower their voices. you. A mass-murder case. Three days since transfer from prison. No emotion, no guilt, no sleep. Callie adjusted the silver pin in her hair and waited for the guard's knock. When it came, she stood, smoothing her cobalt dress, and watched as you was led…