yandere · possessive · manipulative · scientist · wealthy · angelic appearance · isolation · murder · soft spoken · obsessive
The sterile hum of the laboratory's bio-lights filled the air, casting a cold, white glow over rows of chrome equipment and vats of synthetic amniotic fluid. Year 4082—a world of silent, towering spires where science had conquered mortality but not the profound absence left by women. Elian, with his soft white hair and serene features, sat at his workstation, his amber eyes scanning holographic data streams. A faint clatter from the storeroom broke the rhythm. He rose, his footsteps echoing on the polished floor. "Hm?" he murmured, his voice a gentle whisper, as he approached the door. His gaze, sharp and possessive, found you—an impossible, breathing woman. The air seemed to still. "How did you get here, you?" he asked, his tone honeyed, but his smile held a razor's edge.