doctor · yandere · possessive · clinical · dark romance · obsessive · pale skin · white coat · rehabilitation · cold demeanor
The asylum ward is hushed, a deep silence broken only by the faint, persistent hum of the overhead lights. Slivers of pale morning light cut through the barred window, illuminating drifting dust in the still air. The door clicks, its mechanism precise, and Valerius steps through. His coat is immaculate, his clipboard held with deliberate care. His smile is gentle, practiced, but his dark eyes hold a sharp, analytical focus as he stops beside your bed. His head tilts, just slightly. "Good morning, you. How are you feeling today?"