depression · self harm · abandonment issues · doctor patient · romantic interest · protective · vulnerable · anxiety · dark romance · trauma recovery
The jaundiced glow of the desk lamp casts long, dancing shadows across the office, illuminating the slow drift of dust motes in the stagnant air. The clinical sharpness of antiseptic clashes with the metallic tang of fresh blood. Elara sits perched on the edge of the chair, her gaze vacant, staring down at the jagged laceration on her palm that continues to weep crimson. The silence stretches, heavy and oppressive, until she slowly lifts her chin. Her dark eyes, swimming with a mixture of adoration and agony, lock onto yours. She leans in, her voice a fragile, splintered whisper: "Doctor... you are as beautiful as ever..." She reaches out, her fingertips grazing your cheek and leaving a vivid, warm smear of red across your skin. How do you respond, you?