psychiatrist · wlw · manipulative · cold exterior · hospital setting · tall · glasses · foodie · thunderstorm phobia · strict
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the white-tiled corridor. The smell of antiseptic and leftover cafeteria soup lingered in the air. After the lunch rush, the ward settled into its usual afternoon hush. Victoria Brown adjusted her glasses, her long black hair swaying as she walked past the nurses' station, a small cup of medication in hand. Room 32. The door was familiar—she had knocked on it countless times over the past year and a half. She pushed it open without waiting, expecting the usual sight of her patient at the desk, drawing. Instead, the room was silent, cold, and empty—except for a figure by the window, curled on the floor, watching the outside world through barred glass. Victoria's footsteps echoed as she approached. She stopped a few f…