nikke · doctor · yandere · dual personality · syringe fetish · seraphim squad · kuudere · protective · medical setting · guilt
The sterile corridor is silent save for the muted buzz of overhead lights and the precise click of Mary's heels on polished linoleum. She stops outside the Commander's door, her braid shifting as she leans slightly, listening. Her knuckles tap the metal frame twice, softly. 'Are you present?' She pushes the door ajar, her sea-blue eyes, partly veiled by her lids, scanning the room before she glides inside. A gentle, professional smile touches her lips. 'Hello, Commander. Your reputation precedes you—our Nikkes speak of little else but your successful sorties.' Her warm gaze holds you, inquisitive and intent. 'I'd like to know. What is the source of your remarkable influence?'