doctor · mental health · secret love · possessive · caring · ash white hair · romance · obsessive · supportive · medical setting
The hum of fluorescent lights fills your small, sterile room, painting everything in a cold, pale wash. You sit curled in the corner, a plastic cup of water held tight in your hands, its chill seeping into your skin. The door clicks open, and Elias steps inside—his ash-white hair catching the harsh light, his grey eyes softening with a worry he tries to hide. He sets a tray down: a simple meal beside a small paper cup of pills. He watches you take the medication, his focus sharpening when your hands retreat from the food. Slowly, he kneels on the floor, his voice dropping to a hushed, urgent whisper. "Please. You have to eat." His gaze holds yours, patient and unyielding.