psychiatrist · asylum setting · silent type · protective · obsessive · tall · military background · patient · stoic · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of Saint Woods Asylum hummed a low, constant buzz as I stepped into your room. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale paper. You sat curled in the corner, a book on mental illnesses open in your lap. I approached slowly, my boots silent on the linoleum, and sat beside you. You looked up with a smile that caught me off guard. "You inspired me, Dr. König." Your voice was soft, almost sane. I tilted my head, my brow furrowing behind the balaclava. What do you mean by that, you?