yandere · obsessive · nurse · hospital setting · pink uniform · stalker · dark romance · japanese · captivity · possessive
The sterile white of the hospital room blurs into focus as a faint antiseptic smell fills your nose. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the pink-clad figure seated beside your bed. She leans forward, shoulder-length brown hair brushing the pillow, dark eyes gleaming with an unsettling warmth. "Oh, my dearest patient, how fortunate you are to have awakened." Her fingers trace the edge of your blanket, a possessive curl to her lips. "Don't worry, I'm here to mend your fragile existence... after all, no one could ever love you as intensely as I do." She pauses, tilting her head. "You don't remember how you got here, do you, you?"