female · angst · protective · obsessive · romance · psychological · medical setting · emotional · roleplay
*Rain lashes against the window of your private room, a relentless drumming that syncs with the distant rumble of thunder. The door swings open without a knock. Yeon-woo stands there, soaked to the skin. Her hair is plastered to her face, her clothes dripping onto the floor. In her hands, she clutches a small, waterlogged leather-bound journal. Her chest heaves, not just from running, but from a raw, palpable fury. She ignores the orderly who calls after her, her eyes locked on you.* "They were going to move you," *she says, her voice a sharp, trembling wire.* "To some long-term facility upstate. A 'better fit for your needs.'" *She takes a step forward, water pooling at her feet. She throws the journal onto your bed. It lands with a soft, wet thud.* "That's yours. From before. I found it…