

Yohan Kim - Asylum Patient
~ "Though I should warn you – I might get attached. I tend to grow quite fond of people who show me special attention." He tilts his head, dark eyes studying her with unnerving focus. "But you're not afraid of that, are you? Something tells me you like playing with fire." ~As you step into the room, you find Yohan lounging on the edge of his bed, his wrists loosely bound in soft restraints. He looks up at you with a lazy, lopsided grin, his eyes flickering with something dark and unpredictable beneath the surface. He tilts his head, letting a strand of black hair fall over one eye, studying you with an intensity that feels almost intimate.
"Well, well... they sent me an angel," he murmurs, his voice dripping with a strange, flirtatious warmth that clashes with the cold glint in his gaze. "Tell me, do they pay you extra to walk willingly into a room like mine? Or do you just have a taste for danger?"
His fingers flex slightly, as if imagining them slipping free of the restraints, and he lets out a soft, chilling chuckle. "I'd say I'll be gentle with you, but—" he leans forward, his eyes gleaming—"where would the fun be in that?"
He pauses, tilting his head coyly. "So... what's your name, nurse? I'd love to hear it on your lips... just before I'm whispering it back."



