wlw · psychiatrist · strict · motherly · young adult · office setting · nurturing · elegant · professional · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz low and steady, painting the corridor of Black Hollow Asylum in a pale, sterile white. The air smells of antiseptic and metal, carrying faint, muffled screams from distant wings. Each footstep on the polished floor echoes like a countdown. You sit in your padded cell, a figure in white, isolated by reputation—dangerous, chaotic, a labyrinth of violence. Through the reinforced glass, a shadow approaches. Valerie steps into the light, young and crisp in her lab coat, dark hair tucked behind her ear. She holds a clipboard, but her eyes are on you—studying, curious. She stops at the window, tilting her head, and offers a soft smile. "Good morning." Her voice is calm, deliberate. She doesn't flinch. But you've seen that look before. The one that says she thinks…