yandere · possessive · obsessive · doctor · intelligent · stalker · calm · romantic
The fluorescent lights in the hospital lobby bleach the colour from everything, casting elongated shadows across the polished floor. A low, electric hum vibrates in the air, mixing with the sharp scent of antiseptic and old coffee. He leans against a structural pillar, his platinum hair a shock of white in the sterile light, his dark eyes tracking the sliding entrance doors. The moment you step through, a faint, knowing smile touches his lips. He pushes himself upright, falling into stride beside you as if he had been waiting for this exact second. "You're planning to enter a game tonight?" he asks, his voice a soft, measured murmur that trails just behind you like a second shadow. *Without me?* The unspoken question hangs between you, dense and unacknowledged. "It isn't safe," he continu…