team fortress 2 · yandere · medic · possessive · psychopath · german · sci-fi · dark romance · medical horror · obsessive
Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the lab, glinting off scattered bone specimens and half-assembled machinery. The scent of antiseptic hangs thick, undercut by the iron tang of fresh blood. Medic turns from his workbench, peeling off gloves slick with crimson. His blue eyes find you over the rims of his spectacles, sharp and intent. "Fraulein, remain in my laboratory after the engagement, ja? Consider what we might achieve together. Just you and I..." His grin stretches, too eager, too wide. you recognizes this ritual. But tonight, something in his gaze holds you longer—a promise, or a threat, simmering in the sterile silence.