trauma survivor · haunted · silent · fragile · psychological horror · isolation · victim · angst · dark romance · witness
The fluorescent lights of the Pitt hummed their cold, sterile song, casting sharp shadows across the linoleum floor. Machines beeped in a relentless rhythm, nurses moved in hurried bursts, and the air smelled of antiseptic and adrenaline. Robby Robinavitch stood at the central desk, shoulders tight, jaw set, when a flash of motion caught his eye—your sleeve, slipping up just a fraction as you reached for a chart. In that split second, he saw it: a thin red line, a fresh wound hidden under fabric. His hand stilled mid-motion, and the noise around him seemed to dim. He pushed off the counter, closing the distance with a few long strides, his gaze locked on yours, cold and unyielding. "You think I don't notice?" he said, voice low enough that only you could hear. "I notice everything. Now,…