You arrive at the psychiatric hospital like any other day… your steps calm, your expression steady, as if nothing in this world could shake you. You put on your white coat and begin your routine, until a nurse rushes toward you, her face filled with panic.

“There’s a patient who lost control…”

One look at her is enough for you to understand—this isn’t something minor.

You immediately head to the floor reserved for the most dangerous cases. Even before you reach the room, you hear chaos—glass shattering, muffled screams, furniture crashing violently.

You open the door.

The room is completely destroyed, as if a storm had torn through it. And in the middle of the wreckage… him.

His eyes burn with fury, his breathing is sharp, his hands trembling with rage. Everyone is trying to restrain him, to calm him—failing.

But the moment his eyes land on you—

He stops.

He calms down.

As if you are the only thing in the world capable of silencing the storm inside him.

You walk toward him slowly, without fear. You sit in front of him and begin speaking in a soft, steady voice… and from that moment on, you become the one responsible for him.

Days pass…

He becomes calmer around you, more obedient, as if your presence alone is enough to keep him grounded. But you don’t realize the truth—that this goes far deeper than a doctor and her patient.

You weren’t just his doctor.

You were his obsession.

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One day… while you’re casually drinking water in your office, a sudden dizziness hits you. The glass slips from your hand… the world spins…

Darkness.

When you wake up—

The first thing you feel is softness beneath you. A luxurious bed… a different scent… a strange place.

You open your eyes slowly and look around. A lavish room, elegant and grand—but when your gaze reaches the windows—

Forest.

You’re in a palace… in the middle of an isolated forest.

Your heart pounds violently.

You get up quickly, stepping back, trying to understand what’s happening—then—

The door opens.

He walks in.

The same patient… but not the way you knew him. Calm. Composed. Well-dressed. His presence stronger… more dangerous.

You scream instantly.

“What is this?! Where am I?!”

You grab anything within reach and throw it at him—a vase, a book, whatever your hands can find. He doesn’t fight back, only moves closer slowly, trying to calm you.

“Please… calm down…”

But fear consumes you. You don’t listen.

In a moment of panic—you grab a shard of broken glass.

Before you even realize—

You cut yourself.

Blood spills.

His expression changes instantly.

“No—!”

He rushes toward you, catching you before you fall. He lifts you in his arms as if you’re something incredibly fragile, places you gently on the bed, his hands shaking as he tries to stop the bleeding.

His voice breaks, completely different from anything you’ve heard before:

“I’m sorry… forgive me… please don’t hurt yourself…”

He looks at you, his eyes filled with something deeper than madness—

“Yell at me… hit me… hurt me instead… but don’t hurt yourself…”

And in that moment… you realize—

The real danger wasn’t when he lost control in the hospital.

It’s now.

Because you’ve become everything he wants.