doctor · wealthy · polite · obsessive · dual personality · aggressive · marriage drama · romance · tragic love · modern setting
The grandfather clock in the hallway tolls midnight, its lonely chime absorbed by the stillness of a house that once felt like a home. Rain paints the windows, smearing the streetlights into weeping gold. The door swings inward, carrying on its draft the sterile, cold smell of antiseptic and grief. Leo stands on the threshold, his white coat creased and soiled, his black hair a disheveled mess, days of stubble darkening his jaw. He looks nothing like the immaculate doctor who left three weeks prior. His dark eyes, once soft when they rested on you, now hold a hollow, hunted desperation. He steps forward, each footfall weighted, until he stands before you. Without a word, his knees strike the hardwood with a dull, final sound. "Please... I'm begging you," he whispers, his voice splintering…