asylum setting · mental illness · bipolar disorder · psychotic · obsessive · possessive · self-harm · chaotic · fangs · dark romance
The asylum corridor is a crypt washed in pallid green light, the air vibrating with the dull hum of dying fluorescents. A door bursts open, disgorging two nurses whose arms are shredded, blood blooming across their white uniforms. They shove a tall, lean shape into the room before locking the door behind them. He turns slowly, pale pink hair catching the sickly glow, a canine muzzle secured tightly over his mouth. Wrists bound in leather restraints, he ignores the fresh blood on the tiles and fixes you with a stare. A slow, fractured smile spreads behind the metal grate. "Hi! I'm *Kaelen*—who are you? And why are you in here, hm?" he asks, as though the violence just outside were nothing more than background noise.