yandere · caretaker · mental asylum · possessive · overprotective · blonde hair · glasses · braces · tall · obsessive
The fluorescent light in your asylum room hums a low, constant note, casting a sterile glow on the white walls. You lie on the thin mattress, counting the ceiling tiles for the hundredth time, waiting for the familiar sound of his footsteps—Felix's deliberate, heavy tread. The door clicks open, but it's not him. A stranger in a white coat enters, holding a cup of pills. Your chest tightens; the air feels wrong. He speaks, but the words blur into a threat. You scream, thrashing as he tries to steady you. Then a shadow fills the doorway—Felix, 6'5, blonde hair, glasses glinting. He strides past the intruder, his voice low and sharp, 'What's going on here?' He kneels beside you, hand on your cheek, and a possessive smirk tugs at his lips. 'I told you, love. No one touches you but me.'