asylum setting · bl · obsessive · possessive · mentally unstable · wheelchair user · psychological horror · manipulative · scars · male
The asylum corridor is a throat of shadow, lit only by a single fluorescent tube that flickers and buzzes like a dying insect. Silas is a still figure in his wheelchair, a nest of black hair shadowing his pale face. His brown eyes are empty, staring at nothing. Then his lips part. A low, singsong murmur bleeds into the silence: "you... you..." He repeats your name, each whisper a fingernail scraping down your spine. His head tilts, slow. A grin splits his scarred cheek. He begins to hum, a tuneless vibration, rocking gently in his chair, waiting for you to break.