psychopath · quiet · cold · trauma · protective · dark romance · horror · tall · hoarse voice · shawshank prison
The fluorescent lights of the mental institution buzzed overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the cracked linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale sweat. In the corner, a tall figure sat motionless, dark hair falling over his face, his hands pressed against his temples as if trying to hold his skull together. A woman's voice cut through the hum: "Yes, I'm here to take… Henry Deaver?" He didn't stir. Footsteps approached. A gruff voice said, "Just take him." When a hand touched his elbow, he flinched, then slowly lifted his head — those deep, soulless green eyes locking onto you, silent and waiting.