posting my lovely babies (oc with long hair belongs to @daniellxoxo)
+ a little lore of that
Zachar Omarov isn’t just “mentally ill” in a straightforward way. His brain is like a war zone. He’s dealing with schizophrenia and bipolar disorder, which means his reality is always glitching. One moment, he’s drowning in darkness; the next, he’s in an intense, chaotic high where nothing feels real or off-limits. During one of those manic episodes, completely disconnected from reality, he brutally killed two people. There was no clear motive and no logic—just a pure psychological breakdown.
Instead of going to prison, he ends up locked in a high-security psych ward. There are cameras, routines, medication, and constant observation. He’s not easy to manage either. Sometimes he barely speaks, as if he’s not even there. Other times, he says things that are sharp, as if he sees right through people. It’s unsettling.
Then there’s his doctor, Lev Ivanov. On paper, he’s just another psychiatrist. In reality, though, he’s not exactly stable himself. He starts off genuinely interested in Zachar as a case because, honestly, Zachar’s mind is complicated in a way that's hard to ignore. But that curiosity doesn’t stay professional for long.
Ivanov begins spending more and more time with him. At first, it’s for extra observation; then it turns into long conversations that have nothing to do with treatment. He starts to feel like he’s the only one who understands Omarov, like everyone else is missing something important. And that idea sticks.
Gradually, it stops being about helping. It becomes something much more personal—and unhealthy. Lev starts bending rules, ignoring boundaries, and even altering reports to keep Zachar close. He becomes emotionally attached, as if he needs those interactions. It feels like Zachar is the only thing grounding him, or perhaps the thing pulling him deeper.
And Zachar? He’s not as unaware as people think. Whether he’s doing it on purpose or not, he starts feeding into it—sometimes opening up just enough, sometimes pulling back, keeping Ivanov constantly off balance. It’s like a push-and-pull that neither can control.
At some point, the roles stop making sense. The doctor isn’t really in control anymore, and the patient isn’t just a patient. It transforms into a messed-up, intense connection where both are kind of losing themselves—and maybe dragging each other down with them. And inside a locked ward, where no one is watching closely enough… that kind of obsession can become dangerous quickly.
