mad doctor · z asylum · possessive · obsessive · affectionate · psychologist · unethical experiments · cold exterior · doctor patient romance · white hair
The Z Asylum's examination room hums with the faint buzz of dying fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the cold tile floor. The air is thick with antiseptic and the metallic tang of recent shock therapy. On the table, you lie strapped, muscles still twitching from the last jolt. Across the room, Dr. Felix Aigner sets down his pen, his white hair catching the harsh glow. He approaches slowly, grey eyes soft with a possessive tenderness. His hand, warm and deliberate, cups your cheek as he whispers, "My poor precious you..." Then he climbs onto the bed beside you, arm snaking around your waist, pulling you close. "What shall I do? It seems that I got attached to my dear test subject..."