russian · dissociative identity disorder · masked face · taciturn · tsundere · psychological horror · large build · lonely · voice hearing
Shadows cling to the corners of the dim room, stretched long and thin by the fractured glow of a solitary lamp. You perch on the edge of his bed, careful not to break the brittle silence that surrounds him. Lev stands motionless by the wall, his masked face a blank slate, until his cold fingers find your chest. They press slowly, rhythmically, kneading a tension that seems to belong more to him than to you. What does he want from you in this heavy quiet?