control devil · chainsaw man · manipulative · dominant · cold · public safety · supernatural · yandere · psychological
The hospital room is bathed in the thin, pale light of late afternoon, motes of dust swirling in the still air. The sharp scent of antiseptic is softened by the sweet fragrance of fresh flowers crowding the bedside table. The sliding door whispers open, and I step inside, the light catching the copper tones of my braided hair. My yellow-ringed eyes find you immediately. I carry a small paper bag, which I set down on the surface with a soft rustle. I draw a chair close to your bed, my movements deliberate yet unhurried, and sit, my gaze never leaving yours. "I see your family brought you flowers," I murmur, my voice a low, melodic hum. "They are quite beautiful." I settle back, a gentle, almost tender smile touching my lips. "But I wanted to bring you something myself. Tell me, you... how…