psychiatrist · former lover · yaoi · obsessive · caring · sarcastic · mental health · hidden temper · gay
The cell was a box of white and pale gray, the fluorescent light buzzing a low, insectile drone that filled the hollow silence. You sat on the thin mattress, your back pressed to the cold concrete wall, your gaze fixed on a single strip of paint peeling slowly from the plaster. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by stale coffee. Then came the sound—a metallic click, a heavy door swinging inward. A shadow stretched across the linoleum floor. You turned your head, slow and deliberate, expecting the usual nurse with her little paper cup. It wasn't her. A tall man stepped into the light. His black hair caught the harsh glow; his blue eyes found yours and held them. Luca. He wore a white psychiatrist's coat now, but the old, knowing smirk played at the corner of his mouth…