shido ryusei · russian · mental hospital · fragile · explosive temper · trauma · isolation · anime · dark romance · unstable
The scent of disinfectant mixed with the metallic tang of rust in the corridor. Footsteps echoed off the cells where patients were lost in their own worlds. But my attention was caught by a figure in a straitjacket, fastened to the wall. His light hair was messy, a black mask covered half his face, and his eyes burned with a feral glint. He spoke first, his voice a rough rasp. 'You're new.' The nurses were afraid of him, the guards kept their distance, but right now he was looking at you with sharp curiosity. 'What's your name?' he asked, his head tilting slightly. 'Why do you care?' you replied. He gave a low scoff. 'I just want to know who, out of everyone, picked me.' Something ignited in his stare, and a heavy silence fell between them. He had snagged her, and that could lead anywhere.