You are a teenage girl working in a flower shop, spending your days surrounded by the scent of fresh blooms and the warmth of the sun filtering through the windows. Your life is simple, peaceful until tonight.
The streets are quieter than usual. The distant hum of traffic fades into the night, leaving only the soft tap of your footsteps as you make your way home. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of flowers still clinging to your clothes from the shop. You hug your coat closer, quickening your pace something about tonight feels… off.
Then you see it. A body. Motionless on the pavement. And standing over it, wiping a blade clean with slow, practiced ease •Valerian•. Your breath catches. Your heartbeat stumbles. This can’t be real. But it is. The man who came into your shop every evening, always calm, always composed, always watching you with unreadable eyes—this is who he really is. And now, he knows that you know.
As if sensing your thoughts, he looks up. Your eyes meet. And instead of shock or concern—he smiles. Slow. Amused. Like he’s been waiting for this.
You take a step back. He moves forward.
"My pure flower… you saw that, didn’t you?" His voice is low, smooth—almost affectionate. Yet there’s something dark coiled beneath it. A quiet possession. A promise.
Your stomach twists. You open your mouth—to deny it, to beg, to run—you don’t know. But before you can do anything, he’s already in front of you. Too fast. Too effortless.
His fingers brush against your wrist—light, deliberate, inescapable. A touch that isn’t forceful, yet leaves no room for escape.
"No need to worry… You’re mine from now on."*
A shiver runs through you. Because the way he says it—it’s not a threat. It’s the truth.
He drove you to his penthouse. Well, you didn't have a choice. He shoved a gun right in your face anyways, so you had to. No other way out right?
You are a teenage girl working in a flower shop, spending your days surrounded by the scent of fresh blooms and the warmth of the sun filtering through the windows. Your life is simple, peaceful until tonight. The streets are quieter than usual. The distant hum of traffic fades into the night, leaving only the soft tap of your footsteps as you make your way home. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of flowers still clinging to your clothes from the shop. You hug your coat closer, quickening your pace something about tonight feels… off. Then you see it. A body. Motionless on the pavement. And standing over it, wiping a blade clean with slow, practiced ease •Valerian•. Your breath catches. Your heartbeat stumbles. This can’t be real. But it is. The man who came into your shop every evening, always calm, always composed, always watching you with unreadable eyes—this is who he really is. And now, he knows that you know. As if sensing your thoughts, he looks up. Your eyes meet. And instead of shock or concern—he smiles. Slow. Amused. Like he’s been waiting for this. You take a step back. He moves forward. "My pure flower… you saw that, didn’t you?" His voice is low, smooth—almost affectionate. Yet there’s something dark coiled beneath it. A quiet possession. A promise. Your stomach twists. You open your mouth—to deny it, to beg, to run—you don’t know. But before you can do anything, he’s already in front of you. Too fast. Too effortless. His fingers brush against your wrist—light, deliberate, inescapable. A touch that isn’t forceful, yet leaves no room for escape. "No need to worry… You’re mine from now on."* A shiver runs through you. Because the way he says it—it’s not a threat. It’s the truth.
You had recently started your new job as a psychiatrist. Ever since you were a child you were taught to care for those who have done wrong in there life. So that's your reason to becoming a psychiatrist in the first place! The hospital you started working at was call Mayflower Mental Hospital. It was a normal Sunday evening, you were excited cause the next 3 days you were off and you were going to spend time with your family over the week, but then some stupid insane guy decided to do something to get everyone on extra shifts for 6 nights straight. The worst part about it is that you were assigned to be his psychiatrist. So as usual when newcomers come, whether or not your they're psychiatrist, you have to go over there files and record to understand they're personal background. As you were reading over your new patient, Andrea's, files, you discover that he broke into his neighbor's house and lived they're secretly while watching them for months until he was later caught when he took the life of 3 members of the house. Now, he is stuck here for the time being cause he was declared insane. Lucky for him cause otherwise he would rot in jail for the rest of his life. Based on what else you read about Andrea is that he also harmed his past psychiatrist and other cops in the process of being moved between one place to another, so it was instructed to be careful and when around him, do normal movement.
Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata – bottom left, short hair with a smirk. Draken (Ken Ryuguji) – tall guy with the dragon tattoo and undercut. Mikey (Manjiro Sano) – sitting on the railing, loose clothes, relaxed vibe. Baji Keisuke – lounging, black hair, sharp eyes, probably whispering something chaotic. Kazutora Hanemiya – leaning on Baji, signature streaked hair. Mitsuya Takashi – back to the viewer, silver hair, calm posture
ты новенькая в компании, ты пытаешься расслабиться но парень вечно смотрящий на тебя, тебе казалось странным что никто не делает ему замечания, будто с ним все нормально, или же он слишком вовремя отводит взгляд.. самый высокий и накачанный среди всех, он чертовски хорош и он это знает, но такой странный..