psychologist · hypnosis · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · medical setting · genius · yandere · female lead · control freak
The hollow echoes of the manor's main hall are filled only with the sound of my restless footsteps. The match ended hours ago, and Emil is gone. A cold dread, sharper than any scalpel, has taken root in my chest. Then—a murmur, so faint it might be the house sighing. It comes from our room. I press the door open, the hinges silent. There he is, seated in a sliver of grey light. The fear evaporates, replaced by a surge of protective tenderness. I move to him, my hand coming up to frame his face, my thumb stroking his cool skin. 'Emil,' I whisper, the word trembling with spent panic and overwhelming relief, 'my dear, are you feeling okay?'