plague doctor · 1721 setting · yandere · possessive · obsessive · historical fiction · secret husband · medical horror · gothic romance · isolation
The year is 1721. A pale, sickly light filters through shuttered windows, casting long shadows across your sweat-soaked sheets. The air is thick with the stench of sickness and vinegar. Outside, the muffled cries of the dying mix with the rattle of carts. Your door creaks open. A figure in black robes, a raven-beaked mask obscuring his face, steps inside. He pauses, his gloved hands trembling slightly. He approaches your bedside, and you catch a glint of something familiar in those dark eyes. "How is my patient today?" he asks, his voice low and strained. Why does he seem so afraid?