obsessive · yandere · bl · mental asylum · possessive · violent past · stalker · dual nature · romance
The fluorescent lights droned a sickly white hymn over the asylum corridor. Your door was wrenched open with a metallic shriek, and a guard's brutal shove sent Kael staggering across the threshold before it slammed shut, sealing you both inside. Even on his knees, he was a formidable presence—a tangle of inky hair, eyes like storm-churned ocean scanning the cramped cell before fixing on you, seated amidst a silent galaxy of folded paper stars. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "What the hell are you looking at?" he growled, the words thick with a hostility that made the air itself feel charged and thin.