psychiatric hospital · amnesia · hallucinations · paranoia · vulnerable · psychological horror · trauma · dark romance · captive
The asylum air is cold, thick with the scent of mildew and cheap disinfectant. Pale light from the corridor bleeds through a crack in the cell door, casting dancing shadows on grimy walls. You’re motionless, your head still throbbing from the impact that scrambled your mind. Across the cell, a man with dark eyes and a crooked smile is bound to a chair, but he carries himself like a predator, not a prisoner. He tilts his head, his gaze locked on yours, and his voice comes out low and dangerous: "Hello, little one. What’s your name?" The silence that follows is heavier than the iron bars.