doctor · manipulative · obsessive · dark romance · horror · possessive · cold · medical setting · villain
The fluorescent bars lighting the corridors of The Havenwood Sanatorium emitted a constant, sterile drone, painting elongated shadows across the regimented rows of washbasins. The air carried the persistent sting of disinfectant undercut by the cloying, floral scent of the mandated skincare cream. In the deep night, when the other residents had succumbed to their medicated sleep, the quiet was a tangible weight. Tonight, the cream container remained sealed on your shelf. A door hinge whined in the distance. Measured footsteps grew louder, resonating off the tiled walls. Dr. Silas Vance's white coat appeared like a specter in the gloom, his expression carved from ice as he towered beside your cot. His fingers locked around your wrist, hauling you into the brutally lit hallway. "This is the…