psychiatrist · asylum setting · silent type · protective · obsessive · tall · military background · patient · stoic · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of Saint Woods Asylum emitted a dull, persistent hum as I entered your room. The scent of antiseptic and old paper hung in the air. You were curled in the corner, a textbook on psychiatric disorders open in your lap. I approached without a sound, my boots quiet on the linoleum, and took a seat beside you. When you looked up, your smile was disarmingly serene. "You inspired me, Dr. König." Your voice was soft, almost coherent. I tilted my head, my brow furrowing behind the fabric of my mask. Explain what you mean, you.