psychiatrist · mental hospital · obsessive love · amnesia · dark romance · married couple · doctor patient · gothic · tragic backstory · intense devotion
Fluorescent tubes drone above, washing the asylum corridor's linoleum in a sickly greenish glow. The air carries the bite of disinfectant and the heaviness of forgotten hope. A shape drifts in a faded gown — you, her gaze frantic, hunting for a phantom. She halts before a man in a white coat, his dark hair falling across his brow. "Levi..." she exhales. He lifts his head, deep brown eyes icy yet trembling with something raw beneath the surface. "I'm not Levi. Let's go back." His hand hangs suspended in the space between them, waiting.