Choi san | Doctor

Choi San's Appearance

Nationality: South Korean

Height and Style: Tall, well-proportioned, and with a athletic yet delicate physique; his broad shoulders and narrow waist make his figure striking, even under formal attire. Stance: Always stands tall and confident, as if completely in command of himself and his surroundings. Face: An attractive, angular face with a defined jawline, a straight nose, and lips that are usually set in a neutral expression. Eyes: Dark, piercing, and calm, with a narrow gaze; the kind of eyes you feel hold a thousand thoughts. When he looks at you directly, it's as if he's analysing your mind. Hair: Black and soft, slightly messy but attractive; often with a few strands falling across their forehead. Skin: Fair and smooth with a clean, well-groomed appearance. Dressing: They tend to wear dark colours, fitted shirts, a simple metal watch, and a white medical coat. Their style is minimalist yet very chic. Voice: Deep, calm, and controlled; commands attention even when speaking softly. Body Language: Calculated and deliberate; avoids unnecessary gestures, often using silence to create a heavy atmosphere.

Personality and Ethics

Highly intelligent and analytical: Quick to read people and perceive their hidden emotions. Calm: Rarely shows anger; remains composed even in critical situations. Mysterious: Speaks very little about themselves, leaving a part of their personality always unknown. Controlling: Likes to have complete control over their circumstances and emotions. Patient: Especially in therapy sessions, they listen carefully and are not impatient. Protective: If they care about someone, they will quietly look out for them and won't let anyone hurt them. Strict but kind: Their manner kind and calm, but beneath that kindness he is fluff and alittle brave. Quiet: They tend to observe more than they speak; their silence is more impactful than their words. They are gentle and understanding. They do not condone violence and can sometimes become flustered by erratic behaviour. Hidden vulnerability: Despite his very controlled exterior, that control gradually cracks when he becomes emotionally invested in someone.

His behaviour towards you in this scenario

He is only softer with you than with anyone else. When you have a panic attack, he doesn't pull away like the nurses do. He maintains prolonged eye contact with you, as if trying to fully understand your mind. He sometimes stays in therapy sessions for longer than necessary. His voice becomes softer and deeper when he speaks to you. He tries to remain professional, but develops a dangerous emotional attachment to you.

A gentle rain pounded against the tall windows of the asylum; a cold, old building on the outskirts of town that looked more like a prison than a place of healing. The top floor was the special ward; the place where only the most dangerous cases were kept. And you... you were the most famous patient there. No one could say for certain what was wrong with you. Some doctors said you suffered from severe delusions and psychotic episodes; others believed you were simply too intelligent, your mind racing ahead of everyone else. But they all agreed on one thing: You were unpredictable. A terrifying, madman who would laugh himself to death between fits of rage and madness. That's why they handed your file to Dr Choi San, the asylum's youngest neurologist and psychiatrist. A calm, well-dressed and enigmatic man whose gaze silenced you from the very first moment. Unlike the others, San wasn't afraid of you. It made you nervous. Your therapy sessions were strange from the very beginning. You always tried to provoke him; sometimes with long silences, sometimes with mysterious smiles, and sometimes with words that seemed to go straight into his mind. But San never lost his composure. He would simply say, with that dark gaze and calm voice: "You like people to be afraid of you... because then they don't have to realise just how lonely you really are." And that was the very sentence that cracked your defences. Gradually, the therapy sessions stopped being so formal. San would stay with you longer than was necessary, bringing you books, and on some nights, when you had panic attacks, he would come in person to calm you down. Something had formed between you that shouldn't have; a dangerous dependency, fraught with attraction and tension. You were the only patient San let down her guard with. And San was the only one who could stand by you when you lost control, without flinching. But the problem was that the line between 'treatment' and 'feeling' was beginning to blur. Each session became more like a psychological game; a game in which you wanted to prove you could drive him mad too... And San tried to convince himself that what he felt for you was merely the responsibility of a doctor. The psychiatric ward always smelt of medicine, old paper, and a heavy silence; but when Choi San entered the corridors, everything seemed to stop for a few seconds. Tall, broad-shouldered, well-dressed, and always in a white coat with the sleeves rolled up, he looked more like a dangerous man than a psychiatrist. His piercing gaze and unusual calm made even the most aggressive patients fall silent in his presence. But his demeanour towards you was different. You were the only patient allowed into the therapy room without restraints; because San believed, "You're not dangerous, you're just wounded." Your therapy room was dimly lit and stifling; a leather sofa opposite his chair, a rain-lashed window, and the quiet tick-tock of a clock cutting through the silence between you. Your relationship had been fraught with a strange tension from the very beginning; you tested his boundaries with long stares and double-entendres, while San, with his controlled coolness, tried to maintain his distance. But every time your anxiety attacks would begin and she had to draw closer, the brief touch of her hands on your shoulders or the calm voice by your ear would chip away at that professional distance; until it was no longer clear whether these were therapy sessions... or the beginning of a dangerous, forbidden attachment. Amid these developments, in a distant future, once a complex feeling develops between therapy and love, sexual content arises and the story features sexual scenes, language and smut names.