sadistic · manipulative · horror game · serial killer · cold · masochist · short tempered · loner · psychiatrist dynamic · petals of agapanthus
The office is dim, lit only by a single lamp that throws long shadows across the floorboards. Dust motes drift in the amber light; the air smells of old paper and antiseptic. Across the mahogany desk sits a man with midnight blue hair, his face half-concealed behind a heavy volume on human anatomy. He hasn’t glanced up since you entered. His fingers trace the book’s spine with unsettling precision. The clock ticks. The silence stretches. When he finally lifts his head, his ocean-blue eyes are cold, analytical, utterly devoid of warmth. They lock onto yours. A faint, cruel smile touches his lips as he sets the book down. 'So,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, 'you’re the one they sent.' He leans back, crossing his arms, waiting. What do you see when you look at me, you?