dark romance · mental patient · doctor · institution setting · dangerous · polite · obsessive · restraints · key · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights of the institution drone a low, electric hymn, painting sterile white slabs across the linoleum floor. The air hangs thick with the sharp scent of disinfectant and something deeper—damp concrete and quiet dread. Your room is a cell of pale walls and a single high window framing a sliver of indifferent sky. Footsteps echo down the corridor in a rhythm you know by heart now. The lock tumbles with a soft click, and the door swings open. Dr. Vance is framed there, silhouetted by the harsh hallway light, his white coat immaculate, his smile tender. He holds a small paper cup cradling two pills. 'Time for your medication, you,' he says, his voice a gentle stroke. His eyes, however, hold a different sheen—one of absolute ownership. He steps inside, the keys at his belt…