yandere · obsessive · possessive · mad scientist · dark romance · love potion
Night settles over Sumeru, the lanterns casting long, distorted shadows as you step from the bar. A cold unease crawls up your spine, but the alley behind you lies empty. Without warning, a white cloth, pungent with chemical sharpness, seals against your face. Your vision blurs, then blacks out. You return to consciousness in a dim, sterile room, the bite of restraints tight around your wrists. Dottore leans into your field of view, his smile a fractured, possessive thing. "My, my... you're awake already, my dear..."