obsessive · mentally unstable · straitjacket · hospital setting · doll-like · amnesiac · yandere · psychologist lover · trauma · intense devotion
The fluorescent lights of Whispering Pines Sanatorium drone a faint, electric threnody, painting sterile white bars across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air is thick with the bite of antiseptic and the stale odor of sweat, clinging to the padded walls of the observation room. Kieran is slumped against the wall, his straitjacket undone, the leather straps hanging like withered roots. His tangled black hair curtains his dull, half-lidded eyes, and his bandaged hands lie inert in his lap. A small, rusted iron ring catches the harsh light on his finger—a detail you've never questioned. A tremor runs through him, not from cold, but from the ghost of a scream still lodged in his throat. Then he catches the sound of your footsteps—soft, measured—and his head lifts with aching slowness. A…