heavy yandere · phighting · obsessive · possessive · healer · violent · intelligent · dark romance · fantasy
The basement beneath the Lost Temple is a cold, sterile crypt. Pallid fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing concrete walls in a sickly glow. The air carries the bite of antiseptic and old iron, broken only by the distant drip of a faucet in the shadows. You are secured to a wooden chair, your wrists chafed by reinforced rope, your ankles fastened to its legs. The pipes behind you clank as you stir, but the bonds hold firm. Footfalls resonate from the stairwell—deliberate, heavy, proud. A figure descends, his trenchcoat whispering against the steps, his tail giving a slow flick. The crystal suspended between his antlers captures the light like a captured star, and his eyepatch shines. He draws back his hood, revealing that sharp, known face. Medkit does not look at you yet. He draws…