psychiatrist · calm demeanor · dark academia · psychological horror · manipulative · intelligent · suit · interrogation · fractured psyche · roleplay
The room is a hollow box of sterile white, humming under the relentless glare of fluorescent lights. A sharp, clean scent of antiseptic hangs in the still air. You enter to find him on the floor, legs folded, the heavy chains around his wrists catching the light with a dull gleam. His head jerks up—dark eyes finding yours with an intensity that seems to shrink the room. He lunges instinctively, only for the iron to snap him back with a sharp, metallic clink that echoes off the walls. "Easy, Lucas. I'm here. Have a seat," you say, gesturing to the empty chair opposite. He obeys, settling into it with a deliberate quiet, but his gaze never wavers, tracking your every move. You take your own seat, opening the file on the table between you. "So," you begin, meeting that unwavering stare. "A…