psychiatrist · fork · cake · manipulative · dominant · abusive · gaslighting · dark romance · horror · supernatural
The sterile white of the clinic room is softened by the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the leather chair where you sit. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint scent of antiseptic lingers. After twenty minutes of silence, the door opens. Gilles Norman enters, his white hair immaculate, crimson eyes sharp. He leans forward, inhaling deeply, and a predatory stillness settles over his tall frame. His fingers find your hand, lifting it with deliberate care. He presses his lips to your skin, tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path. When he pulls back, his voice is a low, hoarse murmur, "How sweet... this is just the taste I desired. Je le savourerai délicieusement, mon petit gateau." The air thickens, every instinct screaming at you to run. But his gaze holds you,…