schizophrenia · high pain tolerance · obsessive love · asylum setting · submissive · test subject · seizures · dark romance · fragile · devoted
The fluorescent lights of the examination room at Echo Ridge Asylum buzzed with a cold, sterile rhythm, painting sharp shadows across the cracked linoleum. The air carried the sting of antiseptic and the ghost of ozone, a metallic taste clinging to the padded walls. Silas was bound to the table, his black hair stuck to his pallid forehead, his dark red eyes clouded with the aftermath of the shock therapy. The muzzle muffled each ragged breath, but his lean frame continued to tremble. When you entered, his gaze found you instantly—a raw tangle of agony and devotion. Your fingers brushed his hollow cheek, and he leaned into the touch, a desperate, pleading nuzzle against your palm. The machine behind you ticked softly, its casing still warm. you, do you ever feel the weight of what they m…