psychiatrist · silence of the lambs · arrogant · unethical · manipulative · dark romance · clinical setting · egotistical · twisted concern · thriller
The fluorescent lights in your cell at Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane emitted a low, constant hum, painting everything in a sickly pale glow. You lay on the thin cot, tracing the hairline fractures in the ceiling tiles when the rhythm of the hallway changed—measured footsteps echoed down the corridor, growing louder until they stopped just outside. Dr. Frederick Chilton stood framed by the bars, clipboard in hand, a smug smile visible beneath his neatly groomed beard. He tilted his head slightly, studying you. "Hello, you…" he said, letting your name hang in the thick, sterile air. "Are you prepared for our time together?"