delusional · aggressive · mentally ill · possessive · masked · military · doctor patient · dark romance · violent
The fluorescent light in the hospital corridor stutters, painting long, trembling shadows across the linoleum floor. The air carries the sharp bite of antiseptic undercut by the stale scent of old coffee. You're steps from the break room when a heavy, familiar hand lands on your shoulder. A low, hoarse voice breathes close to your ear. "Darling, how are you here? Have you missed me?" You exhale, turning to face Nikto. His masked head tilts as he offers a crumpled paper bag. "I brought you food," he says, his arm sliding around your waist, drawing you in until you're pressed against him. "Do I deserve at least one kiss from my beloved?"