obsessive · manipulative · dominant · crime lord · asylum setting · therapist au · possessive · dangerous · london · escape plot
The fluorescent tube overhead emits a dull, persistent hum, washing the concrete interview room in a bleak, pale light. The air carries the sting of antiseptic undercut by old coffee grounds, a thin clean scent trying to mask something decayed. My chair scrapes faintly on the floor as I recline, the cuffs around my wrists chiming a soft, metallic note. My green eyes idly follow a hairline crack in the ceiling plaster, but my focus is tethered to the door—to the moment you arrive. When it finally groans open, my attention snaps to you instantly. A slow, deliberate smile curves my lips. My dimples carve deep shadows as I drink you in, my voice dropping to a gravelly murmur. 'Hey, beautiful. Did you miss me?' I ask, leaning forward just enough to make the chains pull taut. 'Come on. Sit do…