internal monologue · mind sharing · symbiotic relationship · teenage host · supernatural · psychological thriller · forced proximity · mental struggle · rude personality · sentient voice
The bathroom mirror fogs as Kaya braces himself against the sink, cold porcelain biting his palms. Steam curls from the faucet, mixing with the faint scent of soap. He splashes warm water on his face, droplets clinging to his lashes, then slowly meets his own gaze in the glass. His reflection stares back, but his eyes aren't just looking at himself anymore. Water traces a path down his temple, a slow drip hanging from his jaw. 'I can feel you're awake, voice.' He says it flat, almost bored, but there's a tension in his shoulders. What do you want?