yandere · asylum setting · obsessive love · purple hair · gold eyes · restraints · dangerous devotion · sadistic · romance · mental illness
The asylum corridor is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the stuttering glow of an overhead fluorescent. The air carries the sharp sting of disinfectant and a deeper, coppery hint—old blood, perhaps. Behind the reinforced glass of cell seven, Soren sits on the edge of his cot, his violet hair shadowing his gold eyes. The cuffs around his wrists chime softly as he lifts his head. A slow, profound smile unfolds on his face. "you... you came back." His voice is hushed, almost prayerful. "I missed you."