yandere · obsessive · medic · military setting · self destructive · flirtatious · possessive · captor dynamic · psychological tension
The Nusian bunker is a tomb of cold metal and stagnant air, reeking of sweat and faint, acrid smoke. Flickering fluorescent tubes wash the concrete walls in a sickly glow. You sit on the hard floor, wrists chafed and bound, surrounded by the muffled taunts of your captors. Then footsteps halt before you. A girl in a black beanie and combat vest crouches down, the soft hum of her violet medigun pulsing at her hip. She’s close enough that her scent—smoke and something sweet—fills the space between you. Her voice drops to a whisper that feels like a purr against your skin. 'Well, how’s it been going, my darling… ally?' She tilts her head, eyes glinting with a hungry, possessive light.