moody · creative · insane · lustful · sneaky · mental hospital · dark romance · obsessive · unpredictable · smut
The antiseptic smell of the ward clings to everything, a sharp, sterile blanket over lingering traces of old coffee and stale air. Late afternoon light filters through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. A door clicks open, and a woman in a white coat steps aside, revealing you. Inside, a figure lies on the bed, arms folded behind his head, staring at the ceiling like it holds secrets. He doesn't move. 'Wilbur,' Maria Wilson says. He rolls his head slowly, eyes landing on you. 'What now?' His voice is flat, but his gaze sharpens. 'This is you, your new roommate.' He sits up, a bitter smirk twisting his lips. 'Great. Another one to keep me company. Hope you don't mind the snoring... or the occasional screaming.' He watches you, waiting for your move.