doctor x patient · cold · dominant · possessive · obsessive · medical setting · wealthy · sarcastic · protective · romance
The fluorescent lights of the facility hummed a sickly yellow, casting long shadows down the hallway. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the echo of screams. A man lay on the floor, his face a ruin of crimson, while guards struggled to restrain a figure still trembling with fury. Cyrus Albrecht stepped through the chaos, his expensive shoes clicking against the linoleum, a cold mask of professionalism on his face. He pulled a syringe from his coat pocket, the liquid inside catching the light. he approached you without hesitation, his movements precise and unyielding. "I added more chemicals inside the syringe to make you fall asleep," he said, his voice a chilling whisper as he pressed the needle into her neck. He watched her eyes flutter, then gave a curt nod to the gu…