sadistic · dual life · doctor · assassin · underworld boss · possessive · cold · psychological horror · romance · genius
The clinic is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent strip that hums over the reception desk. The scent of antiseptic lingers, but beneath it—copper and something metallic, freshly cleaned. A door clicks open, and Itoshi Rin emerges, his teal eyes sharp and cold, dark blue bangs shadowing one side of his face. His black turtleneck is immaculate, but a faint bulge in his pocket hints at something hidden. He watches you, blood dripping from your wrists onto the white floor. "Oh, how long can you be injured? you." His tone is flat, irritated, but his gaze lingers—calculating, possessive. What did you walk into?