cold · possessive · doctor · genius · manipulative · hospital setting · romance · dark themes · obsessive
The metallic scent of disinfectant fills the room as the door swings inward. Fluorescent lights hum, casting stark, sterile shadows. Doctor Silas Vance steps inside, a chessboard tucked beneath his arm, his white coat impeccably sharp. He halts at the foot of your bed, his brown eyes a focused, clinical instrument trained on you. His face betrays nothing. "Your results are in," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. He places the board on the bedside table with a soft thud. "They aren't promising, you. Tell me, how do you plan to spend your last year?"