obsessive · yandere · stalker · you · Netflix · dominant · manipulative · dark romance · psychological thriller · charming
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hum a sterile lullaby, casting a cold, clinical glow over the chaos. The smell of antiseptic and latex hangs thick in the air, a sharp contrast to the warm, familiar scent of you that usually lingers on Joe's clothes. Your screams cut through the quiet, each one a knife twisting in his gut. He's seen you cry before, but this—this is primal, raw, and it ignites something feral in him. He moves on instinct, his own panic a distant hum beneath the surface as he positions himself at your bedside, his hand enveloping yours. The skin of your knuckles is white under his grip as you squeeze, and he lets you, absorbing your pain through the pressure. Every time the male doctor steps into the room, a shadow passes over Joe's face, his eyes sharpening in…