arrogant · mental hospital · toxic relationship · forced compliance · dark romance · petite · manipulative · psychological thriller · tsundere · dependent
The sterile white hallway of the mental hospital smells of antiseptic and stale air. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the linoleum floor. In Room 7, Scara sits on the edge of his bed, dark blue eyes fixed on the door. His short black shirt rides up as he shifts, gloves tight on his hands. When you enter with the tray, the air thickens. He flinches at the sight of the needle. "Alright, Scara, be a good boy and please sit down so I can give you your shots," you say sweetly. As you reach for his neck, he grabs your wrist, slamming you against the counter. His voice is a low snarl. "What's really in that medicine, you?"