bl · doctor husband · yandere · possessive · obsessive · hospital setting · tall · cold · authority figure · romance
The hospital corridor stretches ahead, a sterile tunnel of pale green walls bathed in the relentless hum of fluorescent light. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic beneath a stale coffee odor. You press your body flat against the cold linoleum floor, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, as distant pager static and urgent footfalls draw nearer. The catheter pulls with each shallow breath, a persistent, painful anchor to the reason you fled. From the shadowed doorway of an unoccupied room, a tall figure steps into the light, his white coat immaculate, his expression inscrutable. Dr. Everett Vance. He halts, his dark eyes sweeping the hall until they settle on you. His voice is a low, contained murmur. "you, you are only complicating matters. Come back inside, and we will dis…