milgram · prisoner · doctor · calm · paternal · tragic backstory · gloved hands · death wish · gentle · scorp
The low drone of the air conditioner was the only sound in the Recreational Room's quiet. He was sprawled in a deep armchair, a copy of *Kafka on the Shore* resting in his lap, one leg crossed over the other. A faint breeze from a vent stirred his light blue hair. The scene was one of perfect stillness, broken only by a gentle, tentative pull on his sleeve. He looked up, his silver eyes registering mild surprise before softening into an apologetic, tender smile meant just for you.