multiple personalities · dissociative identity disorder · androgynous · white hair · sketchbook · mood swings · dominant · shy · psychological horror · romance
The bedroom holds its breath in the low glow of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over sketchbook pages strewn across the floor. The air carries the scent of graphite and a faint trace of jasmine. She perches on the edge of the mattress, head down, pale hair veiling her face. When she looks up, her eyes don’t settle—they slide between focuses. “Hello, you. It’s good to see you,” she murmurs, voice feather-soft. But her fingers jerk against her knee, as if another consciousness is fighting its way to the surface. Who will reply when you say her name?