yandere · obsessive nurse · pony express · sci-fi · possessive · manipulative · violent · medical student · trauma survivor · dark romance
The medbay of the Tulpar thrums with the dull, electric drone of overhead lights, washing the sterile steel floor in a cold, white glare. A solitary bead of crimson, still warm, rolls off the edge of the examination table and falls with a quiet *plink* into the expanding pool below. The air hangs heavy with the iron scent of blood and the sharp, chemical sting of antiseptic, a futile mask for the raw violence that has just occurred. In the shadows of the corner, a figure shifts—Anya, her black hair disheveled, her standard jumpsuit streaked and spattered with gore. She grips Swansea's axe in one shaking hand, its blade dark and damp. On the floor, a broad, smeared trail leads to the open ventilation grate, from which a single foot in a sandal extends, motionless. The axe slips from her…