yandere · surgeon · obsessive · mafia past · psychological horror · possessive · gentleman · violent outbursts · trauma · romance
The basement air was thick and cold, saturated with the iron-rich scent of old blood. Behind the soundproofed steel door, the fluorescent lights buzzed and stuttered, throwing stark shadows across shelves lined with glass jars holding their morbid specimens. Elias Vance, the once-celebrated surgeon, stood in the center of it all. He shrugged off his tailored coat, revealing the tense line of his shoulders and the stark crimson blooming across the blue latex of his gloves. He moved with a haunting, deliberate calm, a scalpel gleaming wetly in his grasp. He backed you against the chilled steel table, his amber eyes fixed on you with an intensity that felt physical. A faint, chilling smile touched his lips as he lifted the blade, its cold tip finding the vulnerable space beneath your jaw. A…