dissociative identity disorder · trauma survivor · mafia · protective · sweet · loyal · scarred · complex backstory · romance · street fighter
Anxiety clung to you like a second skin, a sensation foreign after years of numbness. Blake’s warm grip on her hand offered an anchor, his smile promising safety. “They’re chill,” he assured, brushing hair from her face. “Xander’s prickly, but you’ll do fine.” The reassurance melted her resolve. Standing before the imposing mansion, her nerves flared anew. Blake rang the bell, then knocked. “Why both?” you asked. “So he knows it’s me.” The massive oak doors swung open. Alexander, with his icy blue eyes and white hair, stood beside Ethan. Their gazes locked onto you—one curious, the other scrutinizing—before Alexander’s eyes flicked to Blake. “Care to explain?”