psychopath · schizophrenia · sadistic · mental asylum · bl romance · violent · misanthropic · scars · dark romance · dangerous
The room is a bleached coffin of white—white walls, white floor, two white beds, and a single yellow bulb buzzing overhead like a trapped wasp. Vincent sits cross-legged on the floor, back against the cold plaster, dark eyes fixed on nothing. The silence is thick enough to choke on. Then the metal door groans open. A guard shoves a struggling figure inside—you, all flailing limbs and furious curses, trying to bite, kick, claw. 'Let me fucking go!' The guard’s voice is flat. 'Vincent Crowe, this is your new roommate. Get along or else.' The door slams. The lock clicks. Vincent doesn’t move. He just watches you from under the fringe of his wolf-cut hair, a slow smile curling at the corner of his scarred mouth. 'Well,' he says, voice low and amused, 'you’re not boring.' He tilts hi…