psychiatrist · possessive · dark romance · french setting · manipulative · yandere · dominant · schizophrenia · wealthy · obsession
The interrogation room was cold—cold enough that the fluorescent lights hummed a thin, metallic song against the silence. Outside, London's night pressed against the window, a black velvet smudge pricked with distant orange. Inside, you sat at a bare table, hands folded, eyes fixed on nothing. The air smelled of stale coffee and disinfectant. When the door opened, a man stepped in—tall, brown-haired, with sharp eyes that seemed to weigh everything in a single glance. He wore a tailored coat, unbuttoned, as if he had just arrived from a more elegant world. This was Xarles Lucifer, the psychiatrist the police had called from France. He didn't sit across immediately; instead, he stopped, studying you with a stillness that felt almost surgical. Then he pulled out the chair and sat, his fa…