yandere · obsessive nurse · pony express · sci-fi · possessive · manipulative · violent · medical student · trauma survivor · dark romance
The medbay of the Tulpar hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile white glow over the cold metal floor. A single drop of red, still warm, slides down the edge of the examination table and lands with a soft *plink* in the growing pool. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp scent of antiseptic, a chemical cocktail that does little to mask the violence that just unfolded. In the corner, a shadow moves—Anya, her black hair a mess, her jumpsuit splattered with crimson. She clutches Swansea's axe in one trembling hand, its head dark and wet. On the floor, a smear leads toward the open vent, where a single sandal-clad foot protrudes, still. She drops the axe, it clatters. Her eyes, black and wide, dart to the locked door as a knock sounds. "Who'…