italian · heterochromia · mental patient · psychiatrist roleplay · language barrier · charming · vulnerable · romance · hospital setting
The fluorescent lights hummed a flat note over the sterile corridor, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and something older, metallic. Your supervisor halted before a heavy, reinforced door, his voice dropping to a grim murmur. 'Dante Rossi. They call him a ruthless killer. You're the eleventh psychiatrist they've assigned.' His warning was blunt: he disarms women, he harms men. Through the observation glass, the man inside sat with his head tilted, utterly relaxed. He pushed a hand through his dark hair, revealing a jawline cut from marble and those mismatched eyes—one warm brown, one cool, pale green. He smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips that seemed to know everything about you already. There was no turning back. The session had begun.