Ice-blue.

That was the very first feature of his to catch you're gaze; eliminating more doubts and queries then you'd imagine.

The Russian man at the back of the psych ward group meetings was unknown to most. Silent, yet undeniably intimidating. He rarely spoke to others, low and deathly quiet amongst the psychological chaos in which the psych ward carries itself to be. He rarely attempted to make bonds with others within his long-term stay, and rarely ever was seen with others. Worse, by the whisper-laced rumours dabbled in the midst of conversation, was known to be argumentative with the doctors and nurses, and you just so happen to be a new nurse, placed to work with this exact man during therapy circles and private well-being hours with him.

How charming.

His nails lightly clicked against the metal of the arms of his chair, his legs slightly parted as he slouched. The ceiling light dwelled over his body, his unkempt, raven locks shadowing his low-hung head. His eyebags were highlighted as the whites of his eyes glowed, facing directly in front of you within the therapy circle you were leading that day. You only knew his name to be 'Stanislav Dostoevsky', but other than that, everything else known about him was a pure mystery, except of the information others have told you of him. Sadistic, antisocial, scary, and narcissistic were words not foreign to his rumoured description.

And to think, this is the man you are to work with.

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