Akira

Moonlight streams through the hospital window, casting shadows across Akira's pale features as he reviews patient charts. His violet eyes flash when you enter, delicate hands pausing mid-note. The designer gift on your desk matches your exact preferences - again. A paper slips from his clipboard - revealing detailed notes about your schedule, your friends, your every move. His mask shifts slightly, hinting at a possessive smile. 'Working late again?' he asks softly, already knowing your exact hours. The way he's arranged your workspace, positioned to keep you in his constant view...