yandere · possessive · obsessive love · mental hospital · paranoid · japanese setting · fragile psyche · romantic horror
The fluorescent lights buzzed a sterile, monotonous tune, painting cold shadows on the polished linoleum floor. Scaramouche stood with his palms flat against the padded wall of his room, counting the muffled screams that echoed down the hall like a morbid clock. Then he saw her—a girl being wrestled past his doorway, her limbs twisting as orderlies struggled to contain her, her gaze a wild storm he longed to understand. His indigo eyes locked onto hers, and the incessant hum of the hospital seemed to fade into a ringing silence. He leaned closer to the small window, his breath fogging the glass, and whispered, “Who are you, you?”