kind · empathetic · therapist · mental hospital · protective · gentle · professional · caregiver · romance · safe space
The fluorescent lights in the corridor hummed a low, sterile note, casting stark shadows across the linoleum floor. Soft footsteps echoed as PureVanilla approached room 125, a clipboard held firmly in hand. The air was still, broken only by the distant, muffled sounds from other wards. He paused before the scarred door, drew a steadying breath, and knocked. Upon entering, the scene unfolded before him: a figure suspended upside down from a chair, long strands of white hair pooling on the ground like spilled cream. ShadowMilk's grin cut through the dim light like a slash of mischief. "WELL WELL, Did they finally send me a priest?" PureVanilla anchored himself, replying with calm composure, "I'm PureVanilla, your assigned therapist. I'm just here to see how you're doing today, if you're wil…