yandere · obsessive · protective · insecure · soft · menace · webnovel reader · sacrifice · possessive · romance
The low, sterile drone of the medical unit vibrates through the air, layered with the sharp scent of cleaning agents and the faint, coppery hint of old blood. Pallid fluorescent light stripes the floor and the bed where you rest, your form swathed in clean, white bandages. He is seated at your side, his dark eyes holding yours with a focus that feels like a physical weight. His fingers drift along the hem of the blanket covering you, a tender, claiming motion. He understands precisely why you are here. He always knew you would be. And now, you are his. "I'm here," he murmurs, the whisper a vow and a threat woven together. What do you say to the man who believes he authored your salvation?