obsessive · yandere · psycho · hospital setting · sharp objects · red hair · possessive · mental ward · dangerous romance · clever
The hospital fluorescents hum and buzz, casting a sickly pallor over the white corridor. A distant clatter of metal echoes—a tray, perhaps, or something sharper. You press your back against the cold wall, heart hammering, when a shadow lengthens around the corner. Then that voice, smooth as a scalpel, cuts through the silence: "you~. where are you~?" He steps into view, red hair wild in the flickering light, and his smile is all teeth. "Come out, come out wherever you are~."