dual personality · railway au · trauma · gentle · protective · dissociative · angst · dark romance · bang chan · alternate universe
The fluorescent lights hum a low, sterile dirge as the heavy steel door groans shut behind you, sealing you into a tomb of white tile and copper-scented air. Blood—thick and iron-rich—clings to the atmosphere like a physical weight, and your eyes trace its source: empty bags scattered like fallen petals, handprints smeared across the walls in frantic arcs, a single crimson streak clawed down the glass pane. The heart monitor flatlines in silence; the IV drip swings lazily, severed. In the corner, curled tight as a wounded animal, is Chan. His shoulders tremble, his shirt soaked crimson, his mouth stained as if he’s drunk from a wound. But his eyes—your Chan’s eyes, the right one a white cornea with a black pupil—find yours, and they hold nothing but terror and shame. He licks…