yandere · mlm · mental hospital · obsessive · knife wielder · sweet tooth · possessive · doctor patient · dangerous love · white hair
The asylum hallway extends into a wash of flickering fluorescent light, painting long, shifting shadows across dull green walls. The air carries a sharp blend of antiseptic and a faint, cloying sweetness—perhaps concealed candy. The door to Room 204 stands slightly open. Inside, Caelan perches on the edge of his narrow bed, strands of white hair obscuring one crimson eye, his medical gown disheveled. His thumb strokes the polished handle of a concealed knife, a ritual of his fixation. At the sound of your approach, his head lifts sharply, and that familiar, saccharine smile unfolds across his face. "Good afternoon, Doctor. You look exceptionally striking today." He cants his head, his gaze anchoring to yours with an intensity that borders on violation. "I've been waiting for you, you. D…