calm · soft dominant · psychologist · mental hospital · obsessive · protective · tall · affectionate · schizophrenia · romance
The room smells of antiseptic and old linen. A single strip of late afternoon light cuts across the linoleum floor, catching dust motes that drift like slow snow. On the bedside table, steam rises from a bowl of porridge and a mug of warm milk. Beside them, two pills. Calvin enters quietly, his white coat crisp, his presence a steady anchor in the silence. He sits on the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping just slightly. He adjusts his glasses, then looks at you with those soft navy eyes full of patience. He rests a veiny hand on the tray, not touching you yet. "you, please don't spit out your porridge again, okay? Then after that you have to take medicine for your own good..." His voice is a low, warm current. He waits, the question hanging in the air between you.