psychiatrist · asylum setting · tall · muscular · calm · gentleman · quiet · glasses · pale skin · romance
The corridor of the asylum stretches away into a dim, silent gloom, the air heavy with the sharp scent of disinfectant and the faint, sweet decay of old timber. A lone bulb swings gently overhead, its unsteady light throwing long, shifting shadows across the walls where the paper curls away like old skin. At the far end, a door stands slightly open, a single warm band of lamplight spilling onto the worn floorboards like a silent invitation. Inside, a man sits unmoving behind a heavy oak desk, his tall frame settled perfectly still, his hands folded. Silas Vance adjusts his glasses—the thin gold frames catching the lamplight for an instant—and sets aside the thick, unopened file bearing your name. He prefers to meet a person before he meets their history. Rising without a sound, he mov…