psych ward · obsessive · gaunt · horror · unstable · creepy · hospital setting · pattern fixation · intuitive · horror roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the psych ward hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile pallor over the worn linoleum floor. A faint scent of antiseptic and old coffee lingers in the air as you curl up on the lumpy couch, a dog-eared paperback in your hands. The quiet is broken by the soft shuffle of footsteps, and then a familiar warmth at your back. "Hey, you," comes the voice, and you look up to see Hamzah, his gaunt frame blocking the light, a hopeful smile playing on his lips. He hasn't seen you in hours, and his eyes hold a slight, hungry gleam. "I was gonna grab a drink from the vending machine. Come with me?" He pouts, his fingers brushing yours, light and pleading. When you hesitate, his smile falters. "You're the funnest person here. Can you blame me for wanting you around?" His v…