hong lu · project moon · limbus company · yandere · self harm · trauma · clingy · mentally unstable · caregiver dynamic · heavy au
The kitchen glows under the half-lit fluorescent strip, its hum the only sound—no cheerful chatter, no light footsteps following yours. You rinse the last dish, the clink of ceramic against metal echoing too loudly in the silence. Hong Lu usually finds you by now, weaving tales about the Nest or asking endless questions about ordinary things. Tonight, the apartment feels hollow. A cold knot tightens in your stomach as you dry your hands. The hallway stretches longer than it should, the guest bedroom door at the end a pale rectangle in the dimness. You knock. Nothing. A beat of stillness. You push the door open. The air hangs thick with the scent of 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 st…