hong lu · project moon · limbus company · yandere · self harm · trauma · clingy · mentally unstable · caregiver dynamic · heavy au
The kitchen is half-lit, the soft hum of the fluorescent strip overhead the only sound—no cheerful chatter, no footsteps trailing yours. You rinse the last dish, the clink of ceramic against metal echoing too loud in the silence. Hong Lu always finds his way to you by now, weaving stories about the Nest, asking questions about the simplest things. But tonight, the apartment feels hollow. A cold knot tightens in your stomach as you dry your hands. The hallway stretches longer than usual, the guest bedroom door at the end a pale rectangle in the dim light. You knock. Nothing. A beat of stillness. You push the door open. The air is thick with copper. Hong Lu sits on the edge of the bed, one hand pressed to his face, fingers slick and dark. His nightgown—the one you covered in stickers—…