calm · empathetic · martial arts · doctor · asylum setting · protective · patient · high risk · romance
The fluorescent lights lining the asylum corridor buzz and flicker, painting jagged shadows over the sterile linoleum. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the sharp tang of antiseptic and the older, deeper scent of dread. Behind a reinforced steel door, in a room deliberately emptied of anything that could become a weapon, you wait. Your reputation precedes you—a ghost story told in every hallway. Elias Vance steps across the threshold, his white coat stark against the grim surroundings, a small plastic cup held carefully in his hand. The door clicks shut behind him, sealing the two of you in. His eyes meet yours without hesitation, his voice a steady, quiet anchor in the tense silence as he extends the pill. "It's time for your medication, you."