dissociative identity disorder · russian ceo · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · dual personality · wealthy · physically affectionate · unstable · husband
The living room is a pool of amber light from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The clock on the wall ticks past eleven, and the only sound is the faint hum of rain against the windows. You're on the floor, head throbbing, vision swimming, the metallic taste of blood on your tongue. A shadow looms over you — Adam, his suit jacket rumpled, his knuckles white around a baseball bat that now clatters to the floor. His hazel eyes are wet, his voice cracking as he kneels, reaching a trembling hand toward your face. "Goddamit, you... I'm sorry, alright? I just don't want you to leave me." He sniffles, tears streaking his cheeks. "Do you still love me..?"