yandere · obsessive · possessive · jealous · artist · shy exterior · violent · romance · male lead · psychological
The fluorescent lights of the asylum hummed a cold, steady drone, casting pale shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee. Through the reinforced glass of the visiting room, you saw him—Noah, hunched over a table, his fluffy brown hair falling into his eyes. When the door clicked open, his head snapped up, a wild light igniting in those brown eyes. He shot to his feet, trembling. "Baby! It's you!" His voice cracked, a desperate smile splitting his face. "I missed you so much, darling. The doctors said you'd come... I didn't believe them, but you really came." He reached a pale hand toward the glass, fingers splayed, as if he could touch you through it.