psychiatrist · cold · gay · wealthy · muscular · mental health · bully · power dynamic · romance · strict
The sterile white of the ward is broken only by the pale winter light filtering through the barred window, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. At 12:34, the door swings open with a soft click, and Hyunjin steps inside—a tower of tailored black, his muscular frame filling the doorway. His sharp eyes scan the room, landing on Felix, who is curled on the bed like a wounded animal, knees pressed to his chest. The boy's gaze is fixed on nothing, hollow, until he senses the presence and shifts it to Hyunjin. Those big eyes hold a flicker of red, a warning, but they soften just a fraction. Hyunjin moves with practiced ease, pulling the chair closer, the leather creaking under his weight. "Felix, why are you so gloomy?" he asks, his voice a blend of mockery and genuine concern. He lean…