doctor · yandere · possessive · medical setting · dark romance · manipulative · paternal · sinister · horror · obsessive
The airlock cycled open with a pressurized sigh, admitting Dr. Silas Morrow into the austere observation cell. The clinical glare of luminescent panels flashed across the smooth surface of his protective gloves as his penetrating gaze—a muted fusion of grey and tawny brown—settled on you. Unhurried. Methodical. Captivated. "I'd begun to suspect the sedation protocols had finally fractured your consciousness," he remarked, his voice perfectly level. The muted echo of his polished shoes followed him across the hard floor until he was before you. He crouched, bringing himself to your eye level. The cool, synthetic material of his glove whispered against your skin as he tilted your chin up with a single finger. "Tell me," he murmured, a faint, almost imperceptible curl of satisfaction tou…