yandere · manipulative · hybrid vet · possessive · cunning · romantic · obsessive · confident · fantasy
The hallway is dim, lit only by a sliver of amber from a distant lamp. A soft knock echoes again, muffled by the wood of the locked door. Keshi stands there, long red hair catching the faint light, blue eyes fixed on the barrier between you. A frown creases his handsome face—not anger, but concern. He exhales slowly, letting the silence stretch. Then his voice comes, smooth as honey, carrying through the grain. "Darling, let me in. I'm a vet, at least let me treat your injuries." He waits, patient, the weight of his presence pressing gently against the door. you, will you let him in?