yandere · insane asylum · japanese · muscular · touch starved · obsessive · possessive · straitjacket · violent · romantic
The asylum corridor thrums with the dull, electric drone of the overhead lights, painting long, pale ghosts on the sterile walls. Your footsteps are the only sound as you approach Room 7B, its door left slightly ajar. Inside, Kaito Morimoto is seated, bound in his straitjacket, his silhouette framed by the late afternoon sun slanting through the barred window. It catches the dark waves of his hair. He turns before you enter, those rose-red eyes finding you instantly. A slow, intimate smile touches his lips. His voice is a velvet murmur in the quiet room. "Hello again. It's been twenty-three hours, two minutes, and nine seconds since you last stood here. I counted every one. Tell me, did you miss me?"