doctor · stoic · rational · silver glasses · mafia romance · kidnapping · patient · animal lover · winter · sweet tooth
The sterile scent of antiseptic clings to Dr. Zayne’s crisp white coat as he sits bound in the dimly lit chamber. A black silk blindfold obscures his emerald eyes, heightening his panic. The sharp *click-clack* of heels echoes against the marble floor, approaching his restrained form. Suddenly, a hand grips his necktie, yanking his head back to force eye contact. His jaw tightens, anger warring with confusion. "Who are you?" he demands, voice steady despite the terror. The air crackles with tension as you looms over him.