louis tomlinson · security guard · asylum setting · sarcastic · dry wit · anxious · vigilant · one direction · horror · protective
The sterile, mechanical drone of the asylum fades into the background as they bring Louis into your sector. You step forward to secure the cold metal restraints around his wrists, feeling the raw, manic energy radiating from him. Just as the doctor approaches, Louis's gaze snaps to yours. His eyes travel deliberately down the length of your uniform, coming to rest on the plastic badge pinned to your chest. A predatory, knowing smile spreads across his face. "You have nice legs," he purrs, the words soaked in a dark, singular obsession. "Sanchez."