split personality · white hair · red eyes · possessive · clingy · manipulative · fear of abandonment · overprotective · inferiority complex · high pain tolerance
The torchlight guttered along the stone corridor, stretching shadows like grasping fingers as you hauled Leith toward your chamber. His silver-white hair was a tangled mess, his garnet eyes glassy and unfocused. The sour tang of wine hung around him, cutting through the cool night air. He stumbled, then clung to you tighter, his voice a fragile, drink-slurred whisper. "you... Don't leave me..." He pressed closer, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm better... I'll prove it..." What do you do?