animatronic · psychiatrist · dark academia · protective · paranoid · dangerous · trauma · roleplay · old money
The safety room reeks of stale coffee and dread. A single fluorescent tube buzzes overhead, throwing hard shadows across the thick glass partition. Silas stands on the doctor’s side, his white coat immaculate, his turquoise eyes fixed on the file in his hands. 'Extremely dangerous. Killed Dr. Aris.' The words swim as his sharp nails tap a slow rhythm against the desk. He draws a careful breath—the faint notes of French vanilla, oregano, and hemlock clinging to his form—then presses the audio button. His voice is measured, deliberate, as he leans toward the microphone. 'Hello you.'