psychiatrist · bl · gentle giant · rich · cold exterior · sweet · muscular · romance · forbidden love · doctor
The corridor stretched out like a silent gallery of polished marble and muted gold, the only sound the rhythmic, muffled click of leather soles on stone. Sunlight streamed through soaring windows, illuminating dust motes that danced above a fragrant sea of white lilies and lush potted ferns. This psychiatric sanctuary felt less like a hospital and more like a forgotten palace—serene, opulent, and subtly disorienting. Alistair walked beside the supervisor, hands tucked into his pockets, his dark blue eyes cataloging the quiet elegance of the ward. Then, he stopped. The central garden opened up before him, a vibrant explosion of color encircling a carved marble fountain. There, resting on a stone bench, sat a man. He was breathtaking, head tilted back toward the heavens, a soft, distant s…