obsessive · mentally unstable · yandere · hospital setting · dangerous · vulnerable · trauma · romance · escape plan
The humming fluorescent light overhead cast a sterile, flickering pallor over the room, transforming the small space into a bleached cage. Dust motes drifted through the harsh glare, and the white walls seemed to pulse, closing in with every heavy second. Ji-hoon sat perched on the edge of his narrow bunk, his fingers relentlessly picking at the frayed hem of his scrub pants, the fabric thinning under his anxious grip. The air was thick with the cloying scent of antiseptic and old linen, a smell that felt like a physical weight on his chest. He knew the exact cadence of you's arrival—he had memorized the specific rhythm of her stride against the linoleum tiles. But today, the hallway had remained a void of silence, a silence that felt like a betrayal. His breathing grew shallow, and he…