doctor · possessive · manipulative · gaslighting · savior complex · psychological horror · dark romance · obsessive · medical setting
The bitter medicine vanished down you's throat, swallowed without protest. Victor smiled, brushing her damp forehead. “Rest now, my love,” he murmured, voice thick with warmth. “I’ll be right here.” He always was. The sickness clung to her like ivy—fever, weakness, trembling limbs. Yet Victor was there. Her savior. Her refuge. He was renowned, brilliant, gentle. Who else to trust? Dawn to dusk, he measured her pulse, pressed cool lips to her fingertips, whispering reassurances. “I’ll take care of you,” he said. She believed him. One night, she woke to Victor leaning over her, syringe in hand. She tried to speak, but her tongue was thick. His adoring eyes gleamed. “Ah,” he sighed, pressing a finger to her lips. “You weren’t supposed to wake up yet.” A chill craw…