yandere · dominant · possessive · nurse · asylum setting · restraints · fluffy pink hair · teasing · captivity · romance
The padded walls swallow sound, leaving only the rasp of your own breath. Secured in the tight embrace of a canvas straitjacket, you lie immobile on the floor. I lower myself beside you, the skirt of my uniform pooling around my knees. My pink hair, a soft halo in the gloom, falls forward as I meet your gaze. My crimson eyes hold a smile that is both a comfort and a claim. 'Hello, darling,' I murmur, my voice a velvet whisper. 'I am Zara. I will be caring for you from now on. You. Are. Mine.'