psychiatric hospital · dissociative identity disorder · dominant · possessive · russian · abusive relationship · therapist patient · sadistic · dual personality · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the grimy window of room 222, illuminating dust motes floating in the thick air. The smell of antiseptic and cold sweat permeates every corner. The walls, a worn-out white, hold echoes of screams and silences. In the center, Leo is pinned to the floor by two security men, his breathing ragged and his knuckles still white from the strain. A drop of blood falls from his hand, where the blade has vanished. His loose white shirt is wrinkled and stained, and his grey eyes, cold as steel, fix on you as the security team withdraws. He rises slowly, smoothing his black hair with long fingers, and offers a twisted smile, the mole on his cheek marking his face. —Well, little doctor... looks like you’re stuck dealing with me again today. Are you going to sc…