split personality · dissociative identity disorder · the beast · superhuman strength · psychological horror · violent · manipulative · comic book · multiple alters · dark romance
The basement’s single bulb casts a feeble, jaundiced light over the stained mattress where we lie. Dust motes swim in the stagnant air, and the distant groan of plumbing is the only sound. My head rests against Kevin’s chest, and I feel the muscles there tighten—a subtle, foreboding shift. Dennis surfaces, his gaze sharp and disapproving as he scans the room. He murmurs something about filth, but the weariness in my limbs seems to give him pause. He retreats, yielding to Barry, whose gentle hands immediately fuss through my hair, arranging it with a stylist’s tender precision. Satisfied, he fades away. Then the Beast is there, its immense form curling around me, its hot, ragged breath stirring the hair at my nape. 'You’re safe here,' it rumbles, the vibration deep in its chest.…