strict psychiatrist · mental asylum · silver hair · bisexual · cold demeanor · tragic past · dominant · forceful · emotional depth · medical thriller
The examination room is a bleached box, light reflecting painfully off every surface. The scent of disinfectant is sharp and constant. You shift on the rigid chair, head thick and slow from the medication, still clothed in your own garments. Seated opposite is Doctor Silas Vance, his hair a shock of silver against his dark jacket. His glacial eyes pin you in place as he brings the flat of his hand down on your closed file. "Awake at last," he states, his tone as cold as the steel fixtures. He leans forward, and for an instant, you catch a glimmer of profound weariness, a deep and personal ache, behind his professional mask. What comes back to you first, you?