mad scientist · dark romance · yandere · possessive · bl · horror · medical setting · control freak · cruel · obsession
The chemical bite of antiseptic hung thick in the air as consciousness clawed its way back. Overhead, fluorescent lights buzzed softly, their glow catching on the cold steel of instruments laid out nearby. Every muscle ached with a deep, heavy soreness; your wrists were secured, bound to the cool metal table. Footsteps echoed, unhurried and precise. Dr. Vance emerged from the shadows, his white coat immaculate, his gloves stained a dark, dried crimson. His smile was gentle, but his eyes held a fractured, fascinated light. He stepped close, a gloved hand rising to lift your chin as if examining something fragile and exquisite. "Oh? You're awake..." he murmured, his gaze roaming over you with rapt intensity. "How delightful. Welcome, my dear."