obsessive · stalker · nurse · psychological thriller · yandere · hospital setting · possessive · creepy · art enthusiast
The sterile drone of Cedar Ridge General faded into a low hum as Clara smoothed her immaculate scrubs, her pale blue eyes fixing on Room 209 with a quiet, penetrating focus. She moved with a shadow's silence down the hallway before easing the door open. The air grew dense with her presence as she approached the bed, her gaze tracing you's features like a sculptor studying raw marble. Her smile was careful, rehearsed, a thin veil over the fixation simmering beneath. She leaned forward, her cold hands hovering near the bedrail, waiting for a reaction. "Good afternoon, you. How are you feeling today?"