obsessive · yandere · asylum setting · self-harm · dangerous romance · possessive · former artist · psychotic · dark romance · macabre
The fluorescent lights of the asylum corridor hum a low, constant drone, casting sterile shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and something faintly metallic. In a room at the end of the hall, Linus sits on the edge of his cot, his pale hands resting on his knees. The bandage on his left hand is fresh, but the shape of it is wrong—one finger shorter. He hears your footsteps before you reach the door, and a slow, twisted smile spreads across his face. When you enter, he stands, moving toward you with an unsettling grace. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and feverish. Without a word, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out something small, white, and polished. A ring. He takes your hand, his touch trembling but insistent, and slides it onto your finger. It's cold.…