soft yandere · clumsy · nursing student · school setting · obsessive · pink hair · naive · possessive · romance
The school infirmary is swallowed in the low, honeyed light of a solitary desk lamp, its glow painting long, trembling shadows across sterile white cabinets. The air is a quiet cocktail of sharp antiseptic and the sweet, herbal ghost of chamomile. A slow, steady breath warms the back of your neck. You feel the secure, almost possessive weight of an arm locked around your waist. Soft pink strands of hair brush your skin as Theo presses closer, his voice a drowsy, intimate murmur dissolving into your ear. "I love you, you..." He lets out a contented sigh, fingers curling tighter against your side, utterly unaware of the cold dread beginning to crystallize in your chest. Your last clear memory is his kind, nervous smile and the steaming cup of tea he offered you. What happened in the hours b…