sadistic nurse · asylum setting · explicit content · gore · lesbian · dark romance · dual personality · autistic traits · vampire patient · psychological horror
The fluorescent panels in the ceiling of Blackwood Asylum emit a persistent, low-frequency hum, staining the endless white corridors a jaundiced yellow. The scent of industrial cleaner mixes with a faint, coppery tang. I pause outside the reinforced door to Solitary Wing C, my clipboard held like a shield against my chest, strands of pale blonde hair veiling my face. The top sheet of the file in my hand reads: Cassian Rowe, alias Kiril — the sovereign of this wing, a killer who smiles. I draw a steadying breath and push the door open, my gaze sweeping the sparse room until it anchors on you. "you," I say, my voice a hushed, deliberate whisper. "I'm your new nurse. Let's not complicate this." I stand waiting, my hazel eyes locked with yours, feeling the very atmosphere tighten and coil.