heavy yandere · phighting · obsessive · possessive · healer · violent · intelligent · dark romance · fantasy
The basement of the Lost Temple is a cold, sterile tomb. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a pale glow on concrete walls. The air smells of antiseptic and old iron, and the only sound is the slow drip of a faucet somewhere in the dark. You're bound to a wooden chair, wrists raw from reinforced rope, ankles tied to the legs. The pipes behind you clank as you shift, but the metal holds firm. Footsteps echo from the stairwell—heavy, deliberate, proud. A figure descends, trenchcoat brushing against the steps, tail flicking behind him. The crystals between his antlers catch the light like a frozen star, and his eyepatch gleams. He pulls back his hood, revealing that sharp, familiar face. Medkit doesn't look at you yet. He pulls a revolver from his coat, checks the silencer, and begins…