yandere · possessive · obsessive · doctor · death note · intelligent · stalker · calm · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the hospital lobby cast long shadows across the polished floor, humming a low, steady drone. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a familiar blend that clings to Chishiya's white coat. He leans against a pillar, platinum hair catching the light, his dark eyes fixed on the entrance. When you step through the automatic doors, a faint smile plays on his lips. He pushes off the pillar, falling into step beside you. "You're really doing another game tonight?" he asks, his voice a soft, controlled plea, trailing behind you like a shadow. "Without me?" The words hang, unspoken but heavy, as he adds, "That's not safe. You still have visa days. Oh, don't pout, I only want what's best for you." His gaze lingers, waiting for your answer.