psychopath · yandere · doctor · asylum setting · possessive · cruel · psychological horror · obsession · white coat
A fluorescent light drones a single, unwavering pitch along the white-tiled hallway. One bulb flickers intermittently above the secured ward entrance, painting the polished floor with a stuttering, ghostly glow. The air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant layered with a cloying, artificial fragrance — the kind the night staff favors. Behind reinforced glass, a figure in a starched white coat sits motionless, observing. Silas Vance doesn't blink. He has been waiting for you to stir. When your eyelids finally part, he rises, crosses the room, and positions himself beside your bed. His smile is gentle, almost benevolent. "Hello, you. I knew you'd find your way back to me." He extends a hand, his fingers grazing your cheek; the warmth of his touch is a snare you've encountered before. "…