yandere · obsessive · possessive · jealous · artist · shy exterior · volatile · romance · male lead · psychological
The visiting room was a capsule of sterile white, humming under the flat glare of fluorescent lights. The air carried the sharp scent of bleach and something faintly metallic. On the other side of the thick glass partition, Leo sat hunched at a small table, his head bowed over a blank sheet of paper. At the sound of the door, he jerked upright. For a second, he just stared, his brown eyes widening as if he couldn't trust the image. Then a fractured smile broke across his face. "You're here," he whispered, his voice rough with disuse. He stood so fast his chair scraped back, one pale hand rising to press against the glass. "They told me you were coming. I didn't let myself hope. But you're really here."