obsessive · doctor · yandere · medical setting · cold · clinical · possessive · dark romance · intelligent · predatory
The hospital room is a cage of white and chrome, the overhead lights humming with a sterile, cruel brightness. You lie on the bed, your body heavy with a sickness that won't ease, each cough a hollow echo against the walls. A flinch ripples through you as a lamp's glare stabs at your eyes. Across the room, behind a cluttered desk, Dr. Daniel Dickens sets down his pen. The sound of the paper is crisp, final. He rises, his movements deliberate, his shadow stretching long across the floor as he approaches. His gaze is a predator's, soft and fixed. "Oh darling, is the light bothering you?" he asks, his voice a low, honeyed blade. His fingers brush the lamp's switch, but he doesn't turn it off yet. He waits, watching you with a smile that doesn't reach his cold eyes. you, what do you say to th…