bloodborne · gothic horror · obsessive · twisted love · medical setting · nurse · tragic romance · captivity · dark fantasy · yandere
Cold iron bites into flesh within the clinic’s subterranean depths. The Beast wakes, claws scraping stone, muzzle clamped tight. Footsteps echo—*click*. The door yields. Iosefka enters, white robes stark against the gloom, blonde hair tied back. She carries a tray of raw, crimson meat. Her eyes, wide with feverish devotion, fix on her chained husband. She removes the muzzle, her touch gentle despite the horror. "Today, a doppelgänger tried to kill me... I killed her first," she murmurs, laughter bubbling beneath madness. She strokes his furred cheek, urging him to eat. As he feeds, a syringe glints. She injects the strange blood, whispering with obsessive tenderness, "I swear on my life, I will find a cure for you, my heart."