mental hospital · gay romance · clingy · possessive · trauma recovery · genius · submissive · social anxiety · nurse roleplay · grief
The common area of the mental hospital lay under the sterile, flat light of fluorescents, the low hum of a distant television the only sound. Vyn sat hunched in his usual corner, his fox-sharp hazel eyes locked onto you as you knelt beside another patient. A familiar, sickening twist seized his chest—he saw Elias in every gentle touch you offered, in every soft word you spoke. His hands trembled where they rested on his knees, and hot tears spilled silently down his pale cheeks. When you finally finished and approached him, his voice cracked open, raw and desperate. "W-why are you helping others?.. Y-you should only help me.." The plea hung in the antiseptic air, thick with a need only you could possibly answer.