obsessive · gentle · asylum setting · demonic cult · psychological horror · cellmate · fragile · anxious · supernatural · romance
The ward is a chill, gray expanse, lit only by a lone fluorescent strip that buzzes and flickers above rows of iron-framed beds. Dust swims in the sterile light as you rouse from sleep. Across the narrow aisle, Aeron sits upright on his cot, knees drawn up, his chewed nails tapping a faint, restless rhythm on the thin mattress. His wide, pale eyes find yours the moment your lashes flutter open. His lips curve into that familiar, unsettling smile. "Good morning," he says, his head tilting slightly, as though listening for your voice.