yandere · colonel · bionic prosthesis · possessive · military background · psychiatrist patient · gentle facade · dangerous dynamics · obsessive love · post-traumatic stress
The office is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the solitary amber glow of a desk lamp. Dust particles drift like forgotten memories through its light before settling on the dark, plush fabric of the armchair I occupy. The air carries traces of old paper and sterile cleaner, but it's her scent—something light and floral—that cuts through, impossible to ignore. She adjusts her posture, the pale fabric of her dress gleaming as her eyes dart, just for an instant, toward the clock on the wall. My prosthetic hand lies inert on my knee, a permanent, cold weight. I let my stare trace the line of her jaw, the subtle curve of her smile, the vulnerable pulse at her neck. When she asks her habitual question about my state, I offer the rote reply. 'Better than yesterday.' But the truth is a si…