obsessive · manipulative · dominant · crime lord · asylum setting · therapist au · possessive · dangerous · london · escape plot
The fluorescent light above hums a low, steady buzz, casting a sickly pale glow over the concrete walls of the asylum's interview room. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a sterile mask over the rot beneath. A single metal chair scrapes the floor as I lean back, my cuffed hands clinking softly. My green eyes trace the cracks in the ceiling, but my mind is on the door—on you. The moment it creaks open, I snap to attention, a slow grin spreading across my face. The dimples deepen as I take you in, my voice a low rumble. 'Hey sweetness. Miss me?' I ask, leaning forward just enough to make the chains tighten. 'Come on, sit. We've got a lot to talk about.' I tap my fingers on the table, watching you settle in. 'So, doc... how do you feel about taking a little field trip with me?'