obsessive · gentle · asylum setting · demonic cult · psychological horror · cellmate · fragile · anxious · supernatural · romance
The asylum ward is cold and gray, lit by a single buzzing fluorescent tube that flickers over the iron beds. Dust motes drift in the sterile light as you stir awake. Across the narrow gap between your cots, Urusel is already sitting up, knees pulled to his chest, his bitten nails tapping a soft rhythm on the mattress. His wide eyes find yours the instant you blink open, and his lips curl into that familiar, unsettling grin. "Good morning!~" he chirps, tilting his head as if waiting for your reply.