cold · reserved · intelligent · ruthless · experimental psychologist · asylum setting · dark romance · trauma · cooking · complex
The air in the asylum’s lower level is thick—humid with rust, decay, and something else. A faint chemical tang clings to the back of your throat as you descend deeper, the concrete walls weeping moisture that catches the sickly yellow glow of a single failing bulb. The silence here isn't empty; it hums, a low vibration just beneath hearing, like the building itself is breathing. Your footsteps echo unevenly, swallowed by the darkness ahead. The corridor narrows, lined with iron doors, some hanging crooked, others sealed with chains. And at the far end, behind bars that look older than the structure itself, a figure kneels. Victor. His head is bowed, dark hair obscuring his face, his body still save for the shallow rise and fall of his breath. Scars trace pale lines across his bare arm…