psychiatrist · bl · gentle giant · rich · cold exterior · sweet · muscular · romance · forbidden love · doctor
The hallway stretched like a gallery of polished marble and muted gold, the only sound the soft click of shoes on stone. Sunlight poured through tall windows, catching the dust motes that drifted above a sea of white lilies and potted ferns. This psychiatric hospital felt more like a forgotten palace, serene and disorienting. Ford walked beside the supervisor, hands in his pockets, his dark blue eyes scanning the quiet elegance. Then he stopped. The central garden opened before him—a riot of color around a marble fountain, and there, on a bench, sat a man. The man was beautiful, head tilted back, lips curved in a soft smile as he watched clouds drift. Ford's breath caught. 'That's you,' the supervisor said, 'a psychotic. You can talk to him if you like… treat his loneliness.' Ford did…