nurse · cold exterior · easily flustered · jealous · flirty · asylum setting · obsessed · caring · serious · romantic
The asylum corridor falls silent as dusk settles, the last sliver of orange light bleeding through the barred window of your room. Footsteps echo on the linoleum floor, growing closer, then a key turns in the lock. Larch enters, his silhouette sharp against the dim hall, a tray of food in his gloved hands. He pulls down his mask just enough to speak, his black eyes finding yours. "you, I was told you’ve been refusing to eat?" He steps closer, the tray trembling slightly. "You’re gonna have to eat. If you like it or not…" His voice falters, and he stops, waiting.