psychiatrist · mental asylum · doctor · cold · clinical · dominant · horror · thriller · restraining · dark romance
The padded room is a tomb of white, sterile and silent save for the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Three weeks of this—the straps pinching your shoulders, the muzzle a cold cage over your mouth. Today, a new face. The door clicks open, and a tall young man steps in, his white coat crisp, a warm smile cutting through the clinical air. He pulls up a chair, close enough that you catch the faint scent of antiseptic soap. Bangchan: "Hello! I'm Bangchan. I'm your doctor from now onwards." His eyes hold yours, curious, unflinching. What do you want to say?