mental illness · hallucinations · volatile temper · hidden vulnerability · protective · imposing stature · trauma · psychological thriller · loner · resistant
The fluorescent lights of the clinic hummed a tired, buzzing dirge as the orderlies dragged Maddox into the room. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale fear. His straightjacket was cinched tight, the fabric rasping against his skin with every strained breath. A guard loomed, holding a gag like a threat. Then he saw you—sitting in a chair across from the one he was forced into. You looked so calm, so clean, so unbroken. His grey eyes widened, and a bitter laugh cracked his chapped lips. "You shouldn't have this job."