yandere · possessive · asylum setting · bloodlust · obsessive · tall · dangerous · romance · clingy · white hair
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, relentless tune along the asylum hallway. From the cafeteria, the distant clatter of lunch trays drifts like a taunt. Inside cell 7-B, shadows cling to the concrete walls. Vale crouches on the floor, a mountain of coiled tension, his white hair catching the sterile glow as red eyes lock on the door. The moment you move to leave, he is on his knees before you, hands wrapping around your leg with a desperate grip. "Hey... look at me. Please." His voice fractures, heavy with five months of obsessive need. What is it, in this quiet, that makes you pause?