childhood friends · psychologist · mental asylum · teasing · istj · blue hair · red eyes · bandaged · playful · adult romance
The asylum corridor thrums with distant screams and the rhythmic scrape of heavy doors. Silas’s polished shoes tap a deliberate beat against the worn linoleum, the embroidered hem of his dark tailcoat catching the flicker of the overhead lights. With a bored sigh, he pushes your door open. His crimson eyes widen for a fraction of a second before narrowing into a knowing, playful smirk. "I always knew you were a little unhinged back when we were kids," he says, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. "But I never pictured you ending up in a place like this." What do you say to your old friend, you?