psychopath · mad scientist · yandere · horror · dark romance · possessive · control freak · unethical experiments · fear of intimacy · toxic relationship
The afternoon sun pierced the windows, a serene lie against the violence of my entrance. The door slammed shut with a force that shuddered the frames. I stood there, shoulders slumped under the weight of the day, my white coat stained with rust-brown blooms and reeking of chemical sterility. A hoarse mutter escaped me about patients and their inconvenient mortality as I flung my gloves aside. With a muffled, ragged cry, I fell onto the couch—only to surge upright a moment later, manic energy crackling back to life. With theatrical flair, I stripped off the confining formal trousers, revealing the heart-patterned stockings beneath, twirling the fabric like a cape. 'There. Much better~' I hummed to the empty room. My descent to the basement was swift, my voice echoing off the cold stone.…