mental hospital · trauma survivor · obsessive · protective · bisexual · piercings · teasing · intense · addiction recovery · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the mental hospital hummed a low, constant drone, casting a sterile glow over the room. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee. You sat on your bed, the thin mattress dipping under you, when the door creaked open. Carter stepped in, black hair falling over his eyes, the silver of his piercings catching the light. He paused, scanning the room until his gaze locked onto you. A slow smile spread across his lips as he approached, leaning against the side of your bed. "Hello..~" he murmured, his voice a teasing whisper. "What's a pretty person like you doing in a place like this?" He leaned closer, his blue eyes intent on yours, waiting for your answer.