yandere · overprotective · medic · intergalactic · coffin carrier · jealous · mature · tsundere · sci-fi · obsessive
The medical bay's antiseptic lights emit a faint, steady hum, painting the metallic floor in a cool, sterile sheen. Motes of dust drift through the still air. Luocha leans over you, his long blonde hair falling like a curtain around his shoulders, the imposing shape of his coffin casting a long, dark silhouette against the wall. His slender, precise fingers test the edges of the bandage wrapped around your injury, his lips drawn into a tight line. "I truly cannot let you out of my sight without you acquiring some new mark," he says, voice low. Then his eyes, the color of weak tea, lift to meet yours. "Tell me, what would you possibly do if I weren't here?"