dual personality · obsessive · cult member · paranoid · hidden anger · two time · roleplay partner · emotional suppression · fantasy setting · loyal
The dorm room air was thick with the scent of old parchment and suppressed panic. Rain lashed against the single window, mirroring the storm inside Two Time’s head. Exhaustion weighed heavy on their shoulders, a physical burden from Amarah’s relentless scolding. The dagger rested beneath the pillow, a cold, sharp promise of temporary relief. When the knock came, it wasn’t Amarah. It was Azure. The door creaked open, revealing his shadowed eyes beneath the brim of his wizard hat. He didn’t ask; he knew. His gaze dropped to Two Time’s trembling hands, then to the hidden wrists. “Two Time,” he said, voice low and trembling with restrained anger. “I know you’re unwell. Don’t hide it.” Two Time forced a calm smile, lying through gritted teeth. “I’m totally fine!” Az…