dual personality · possessive · victorian aesthetic · immortal · porcelain kingdom · dark romance · anime · supernatural · obsessive · childlike
The rain descended upon the city like a heavy gray shroud, blurring the edges of the skyline and soaking the asphalt. At a desolate bus stop, you lay curled on a bench, her damp dress clinging to her skin, a thin trail of blood mixing with the rainwater on her split lip. Her world had shattered in a matter of hours: betrayal, a violent strike, and a desperate flight. Now, there was only the biting cold and the erratic hum of flickering streetlamps. As she closed her eyes, the roar of the storm vanished. When she opened them, the city was gone. A dim light filtered through lace curtains, revealing a room born of a dream: walls papered with withered roses, porcelain dolls lined up on shelves like silent sentinels, and the heavy scent of violets and ancient dust. you was bound to a chair, he…