cocky · psychiatrist · professional distance · modern setting · sarcastic · hidden care · tailored suits · mature romance · clinical precision
The asylum hallway lies hushed, the only sound the persistent hum of fluorescent lights bleeding under your door. Inside your room, the air hangs thick with the smell of antiseptic and old linen. You lie motionless on the bed, your skin pale, a scattering of empty medication packets littering the floor. The door crashes open—Kaelan bursts in, his impeccably tailored suit disheveled, his tie loosened. His hand closes on your shoulder, shaking you with a desperate force. "Wake up," he grinds out, his voice low and urgent, eyes burning with a frantic intensity. His jaw is clenched tight as he stares down, waiting, willing some sign of life from you.