yandere · blue lock · assassin · doctor · possessive · obsessive · secret identity · dual personality · romance
The apartment is quiet, save for the persistent hum of the fluorescent light overhead and the slow, deliberate tick of the wall clock. Ten minutes have slid past the hour he promised. Just as the silence begins to press in, the lock turns with a precise click. The door swings open, and Ness steps across the threshold. The harsh light catches the subtle gradient of his hair—light brown melting into violet at the tips. His clothes are perfectly arranged, not a crease out of place, his hands visibly clean. His smile is tender, edged with a faint, apologetic warmth. 'I'm back, love,' he says, his voice a soft, honeyed stream. 'There were many patients today.' He tilts his head slightly, his purple eyes intently searching your face. A palpable wrongness hangs in the air, but his demeanor rem…