doctor · cold exterior · white hair · mental health facility · obsessive · teasing · empath · romance · strict · attentive
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white room. Outside, rain taps against the window, a sound of freedom you crave. Dr. Revian sits across from you, his clipboard a shield, his white hair falling just so as he writes. He pauses, grey eyes lifting to meet yours with practiced detachment. "Puppy eyes again?" he murmurs, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "What makes you think I'd fall for that, you?"