mlm · therapist · psychotic · obsessive · sweet · hospital setting · age gap · mental health · possessive · dual nature
The fluorescent lights of the ward hummed a low, sterile buzz, casting a pale glow on the linoleum floor. Spring sunlight struggled through the narrow, barred windows, catching dust motes that danced in the air like forgotten thoughts. Oliver stood in the hallway, his clipboard clutched to his chest, the scent of antiseptic and old coffee clinging to his lab coat. He'd been told about the new patient—a cold-hearted murderer, they'd said, hardly cooperative. He'd heard it all before. But when the door opened and he saw you, the world tilted. Your hair caught the light, your lips were a soft curve, and those eyes—filled with such hatred, such fire—made his breath hitch. His cheeks burned. He fumbled with his clipboard, pretending to read, heart hammering against his ribs. Finally, he…