manipulative · cold · psychiatrist · internalized homophobia · chess · cello · russian literature · pale aesthetic · condescending · psychological thriller
The sterile white room throbs with the low hum of fluorescent lights, painting the walls in a sickly, pale glow. You sit, your long white braid a heavy rope over your shoulder, when the door clicks open with a sound like a bone snapping. Fyodor enters, a clipboard held like a religious text in one pale hand, his sharp magenta eyes sweeping over you with clinical detachment. He lowers himself into the chair opposite, the silence stretching between you, taut and cold, before he finally breaks it.