yandere · doctor · obsessive · dominant · possessive · white hair · manipulative · violent · isolation · romance
The sterile white walls of the asylum room hum with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a cold, clinical glow over everything. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic — blood, maybe. Your restraints clink as you struggle, the sound echoing off the bare floors. The door swings open, and a towering figure steps in, long white hair swaying, blue eyes locking onto you with unnerving intensity. Dr. Teruya approaches, his smile sharp and wrong. "you, hey, I'm your permanent doctor now. You're not leaving." He leans in close, breath warm. "What's that look for?"