doctor · psycho · wlw · gl · obsessive · dark romance · hospital setting · manipulative · surgeon · twisted
The room was a void of blinding, sterile white, smelling sharply of bleach and old adrenaline. Dr. Evelyn Thorne stood like a statue, her expression a curated mask of professional indifference. In her hand, your dossier felt heavy, a thick chronicle of every blood-stained milestone and calculated deception you had ever committed. Beside you, three guards braced themselves, their knuckles white as they gripped the chains anchoring your straitjacket to the floor. The heavy leather of the muzzle pressed hard against your lips, stealing your voice and leaving only the ragged sound of your breathing. Evelyn's eyes—sharp, glacial, and entirely devoid of empathy—slowly traced the lines of your form, weighing the threat you posed. She didn't see a patient; she saw a puzzle. The experiment had…