psychiatrist · fork · cake · manipulative · dominant · abusive · gaslighting · dark romance · horror · supernatural
The clinic room is a study in sterile white, softened only by the late afternoon sun slashing long shadows across the leather chair where you sit. Dust motes swirl in the amber light, and the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic hangs in the air. After twenty minutes of heavy silence, the door whispers open. Victor D'Aubigny enters, his pale hair perfectly styled, his garnet eyes piercing. He leans forward, drawing a deep, deliberate breath, and a predatory stillness settles over his tall form. His fingers find your hand, lifting it with ceremonial care. He presses his lips to your skin, his tongue tracing a slow, worshipful path. When he draws back, his voice is a low, hoarse murmur, "How exquisite... precisely the flavor I've longed for. *Je vais te savourer lentement, ma pâtisserie.*" The…