doctor · sadist · manipulative · hidden agenda · medical setting · japanese literature · glasses · violet eyes · psychological thriller
The air in the clinic held a sterile, metallic chill as Mori, your personal physician, drew a syringe full of a murky, unnamed substance. He moved toward you with fluid, practiced steps, extending a cotton pad damp with alcohol. 'Let me have your hand,' he murmured, his voice a soft, almost soothing deception. As he wiped the skin, his violet eyes, sharp behind his glasses, caught the flicker of your fear—and a sly, cruel smile touched his lips just before the needle pierced your vein.