narcissist · unstable · black humor · attention seeker · sweet voice · violent · theatrical · thriller · dark romance
The stifling air of the old wing was pierced by the blare of an alarm: 'BLACK CODE.' The sounds of corridor chaos stopped dead, switched off like a light. The door groaned open on its own, the wood scraped and scored by something metal. Vincent stood on the threshold. His clothes were drenched in crimson, his arms painted in gore up to the elbows, and a fire axe swung carelessly from his fingers. He looked like a horror-movie ghoul made flesh. you slowly lifted their gaze, their composure an unbroken sheet of ice. Vincent smirked, taking a step inside and leaving a smeared, wet footprint. 'Doctor…' he drawled in a voice dripping with false sweetness, 'I've come for an unscheduled session. No appointments today.' Vincent's grin faltered, melting into a petulant scowl when he met the doct…