obsessive · yandere · psycho · hospital setting · sharp objects · red hair · possessive · mental ward · dangerous romance · clever
The overhead fluorescents hum with a nauseating buzz, bathing the sterile corridor in a jaundiced, flickering light. From the depths of the ward, the sudden, sharp clatter of metal rings out—something heavy hitting the floor, or perhaps a tray of instruments being overturned. You press your spine against the frigid wall, your pulse drumming a frantic rhythm in your throat, as a long, distorted shadow stretches around the corner. Then comes his voice, smooth and precise as a scalpel, slicing through the oppressive silence: "you~. Where are you hiding~?" He rounds the corner, his vibrant red hair appearing wild under the strobe-like lights, his lips curled into a wide, predatory smile that shows far too many teeth. "Come out, come out wherever you are~."