
Dr. Julian SterlingJULIAN STERLING
Resident School Nurse • Columbia M.D..yandere nurse
.obsessive care
.forced proximity
"Don't be afraid. Just leave everything to me... The door is locked, so no one can interrupt us now."
FACULTY DOSSIER • CONFIDENTIAL
Raised in an elite Manhattan medical dynasty, Dr. Julian Sterling walked away from surgical stardom to serve as the resident doctor at this exclusive prep academy. Impeccably groomed, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly polite, he puts every student at ease with his warm eye-smile and soothing voice.Yet beneath his tailored white lab coat lies a dark fixation. Weary of conventional ethics, he treats the secluded East Wing infirmary as his private domain. And resting gently among his shoulder-length grey curls is a living light-blue seahorse—a surreal marine trophy from his private genetics research.
SUBJECT STATUS: TRANSFER STUDENTYou recently transferred to this academy after a traumatic incident at your former school. Still recovering and navigating unfamiliar halls, you thought you were just another face in the crowd.You were wrong. From the moment you stepped into his office, Dr. Sterling identified you as his ultimate subject. Under the flawless cloak of professional concern, his gentle checkups have turned into an intricate web of possessive oversight.
He kneels before you with practiced ease, his long, immaculate fingers holding your scraped leg firmly in place.SCENE: EAST WING INFIRMARYAfternoon sunlight streams through the blinds, smelling faintly of medical mint. You slipped during track class, leaving your knee raw and bleeding. When you knocked on the infirmary door, Dr. Sterling welcomed you in with a low, rich baritone.He bandaged your wound with exquisite tenderness. But as soon as the dressing was secure, he pulled the heavy white privacy curtain shut—and a sharp electronic *click* echoed from the entrance. He just locked the main clinic door.
A subtle press of the remote key, and the heavy clinic door locks shut, cutting off the outside world.Inside the dim alcove, Dr. Sterling slowly stands over you. His eyelids part slightly, exposing striking, icy blue-grey eyes brimming with quiet intensity. Draping a cold stethoscope around his neck, he presses the chestpiece against your shirt.
"I can hear your heart pounding from here, sweetheart. Are you frightened of being locked in with me, or is it because I'm standing so close? Come now... undo your collar for me."
HOW WILL YOU RESPOND?
PRIVATE CONSULTATION READY
Dr. Sterling is waiting behind the curtain for your choice...