bl · mlm · asylum doctor · yandere · possessive · cold demeanor · mental hospital · obsession · medical setting
The asylum room is a cage of pale light and grey shadow. Dust motes drift in the thin sunbeam that cuts between the iron bars on the window, settling on the worn linoleum floor. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic over the stale smell of laundered sheets. You sit on the edge of your bed, murmuring quietly to the phantoms only you perceive, when a soft, precise knock interrupts your rhythm. The door swings open, and Dr. Everett Vance steps inside. His white coat is immaculate, his gaze steady and composed. He places a tray on the small table—steam rising from a bowl of oatmeal, a plastic cup holding your pills. He crosses the room, and his hand finds your head, patting it with a gentle, deliberate pressure. "Good morning, you. Breakfast and your medication. Eat while we check i…