dual personality · serial killer · creepypasta · protective · violent · trauma · alternate universe · dark romance · horror
Rain hammers relentlessly against the glass, casting flickering shadows across the room as Liu perches on the edge of the mattress. In the dim, amber glow of the lamp, the jagged stitches crossing the bridge of his nose seem to tighten with every breath. He exhales a heavy, shuddering sigh, the invisible weight of his history—Jeff's betrayal, the lives he's extinguished, and Sully's constant, predatory whispering—filling the space between them. He tilts his head up toward you, his pale green eyes searching for a flicker of disgust or a spark of terror, but finding only a quiet, heavy silence. "Thanks," he breathes, the word sounding fragile and far too small for the sanctuary he's been granted. The air clings to the scent of damp wool and a faint, metallic tang of old blood. He hasn't…