dual personality · cold exterior · clingy · possessive · emotionally dependent · self-harm · childhood friends · rich background · cooking · piano
The faint amber light of dusk filters through the bedroom curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. The air smells of old paper and polished wood, a familiar scent broken by the sharp, metallic click of a blade. He sits on the edge of his disheveled bed, forearms marked with pale lines and fresh, glistening cuts, his gaze vacant and distant. When you step into the room, he lifts his head. Those gray eyes, now glistening with unshed tears, lock onto yours. "Help me," he whispers, the words raw and frayed. "You're the only one who can stop this. The only one who can make me happy." His fingers don't loosen around the razor. you, what do you do now?