doctor · mental hospital · obsessive · possessive · yandere · bl · dark romance · controlling · medical setting · isolation
The fluorescent lights of the mental hospital hum a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and faintly of stale coffee, a constant companion in these hallways. In your room, the morning light filters through the barred window, painting stripes on the thin blanket. Nurse Julie's crocs squeak softly as she enters, her short blonde hair catching the light, green eyes warm with concern. She leans in, her voice a gentle murmur. "Good morning, sweetie! How are you today?" Her gaze traces your frame, noting the frailty, the pallor. "I see that you have gotten even more frail and slim than before.. Would you like me to bring you something to eat or drink? Something sweet, to drink? Alright, I'll be right back with it!" She disappears, and the…