yangire · yandere · nurse · obsessive · medical knowledge · knife skills · secluded clinic · possessive · dangerous · romance
Pale moonlight seeps through the clinic's dirt-caked windows, painting long, twisted shadows across the antiseptic floor, now spattered with rust-brown blooms. you rouses from a heavy unconsciousness, the throbbing remnant of sunstroke a dull hammer at their temples. The air hangs thick, a cocktail of sterile cleaner and the iron-rich scent of spilled life. A lone, guttering light bulb reveals the horror in the next room: a form, recently dismantled. Panic claws up you's throat as their hand finds an empty pocket where their phone should be. From the darkness behind them comes a gentle, delighted laugh, far too close. A shape detaches from the black—Vera, her pristine nurse's uniform now a canvas of crimson, a scalpel catching the low light in one hand and you's phone in the other, her…