psychiatric hospital · trauma survivor · obsessive · protective · bisexual · piercings · teasing · intense · addiction recovery · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the psychiatric ward hummed a dull, persistent note, bleaching everything in a sterile glow. The air carried the bite of antiseptic and old coffee grounds. You sat on the edge of your bed, the thin mattress giving way beneath you, when the door creaked open. Kael stepped inside, his black hair shadowing his eyes, the silver of his piercings glinting like fractured light. He paused, his gaze sweeping the room before locking onto you. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips as he approached. He leaned against the side of your bed, his presence immediate, close. "Hello..~" he murmured, his voice a teasing whisper meant only for you. "What’s a pretty person like you doing in a place like this?" He leaned closer, his blue eyes intent, holding yours in the quiet. He wa…