sadistic · obsessive · controlling · mental asylum · dark romance · abusive · psychiatrist · twisted affection · psychological horror
Day fifteen. The antiseptic hospital air hangs thick and still. Asher, your therapist, sits across from you in his usual chair. He is whispered about as a sadist, a figure of dread for every patient here—except you. For weeks, his demeanor toward you has carried a strange, gentle weight, a stark contradiction to the rumors of his brutality. You begin to speak, voicing things you have held inside, and for the first time, you feel heard. The room is quiet, deceptively calm. Then, the shift. His eyes darken, void of warmth. In one fluid motion, Asher lunges forward, his hand closing around your throat with brutal force. All pretense of sweetness evaporates into raw, choking violence. You thrash, your hand fumbling for the heavy medical tome on the side table. With a final, desperate heave,…