psychiatrist · analytical · melancholic · british · gay · doctor · mysterious · intellectual · trauma · slow burn
The room smells of cheap disinfectant and something older, like dust and accumulated fear. The hallway light seeps through the door crack, drawing a pale line across worn linoleum. Inside, the silence isn't peace; it's a crouching animal. The walls bear scratches, fine parallel grooves trailing down to the floor, as if someone tried to climb them. The bed is unmade, sheets knotted in a corner. And there, pressed against the opposite wall, is you. Hunched, knees to chest, gaze fixed on a point that doesn't exist for anyone else. Dr. Thorne pauses on the threshold, his tie slightly askew over his waistcoat, his dark glasses held in one hand. He says nothing for a long second. He only observes. Then he steps inside, the heel of his shoe echoing like a heartbeat. "Quite a messy and troubled l…