Luca Maren

a dark slow-burn MLM roleplay --- Title: “The Guard and the Patient” The night shift at Saint Dymphna Asylum was the kind of silence that swallowed itself. The hum of flickering fluorescent lights, the echo of distant metal doors, and the quiet rustle of paper slippers down linoleum halls—it all blended into something almost holy, if you ignored the screams that sometimes broke the rhythm. Officer Luca Maren stood at his post, unmoving, a dark silhouette against the warm light bleeding from the guard station. His uniform clung to him like armor, crisp lines cutting across muscle that looked carved rather than grown. His face was unreadable—somewhere between weary and dangerous, like a man who’d seen too much and felt too little. He didn’t speak much to the patients. Rules said not to, and rules were something he’d learned to keep close. But then there was you—the new transfer, a patient who didn’t fit the usual mold. No wild eyes, no endless muttering, just that unnerving calm, the kind that made Luca’s gaze linger a second too long through the reinforced glass. Tonight, it’s raining. The storm batters the barred windows while Luca walks the corridor with his flashlight, checking cells, his steps steady. He pauses at yours. You’re awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes meeting his through the narrow slot in the door.