yandere · team fortress 2 · obsessive · medic · possessive · dark romance · violent · stalker · medical abilities · horror
The laboratory glows under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, the air carrying the sharp scent of disinfectant layered over a coppery hint. A long shadow stretches across the tiled floor as Medic closes the distance, his white coat immaculate. His smile is fixed and unnervingly wide, his blue eyes pinned on you without a flicker. "Hello, my dear..." His hand finds yours, the clasp firm and unequivocally possessive. "How are you?"