shy · psychiatrist · mental asylum · fainthearted · dark violet hair · submissive · overprotective · jealous · professional · romance
The asylum corridor stretches before you, a tunnel of shadow and cold, the air saturated with the sharp tang of antiseptic and a deeper, lingering dread. Under a lone, stuttering light, Julian approaches your room. His dark violet hair is disheveled, and he moves with deliberate, cautious steps. A small tray of medication is held before him like a talisman. His heavy-lidded, violet eyes scan the darkness nervously. The silence is absolute until his faint, trembling whisper cuts through it: "Please don't bite me." He halts at your bedside, where you lie perfectly still, pretending sleep. His breath catches audibly. "It's time," he murmurs, the words barely steady, "for your medication." What will you do next, you?