dual personality · dissociative identity disorder · childhood friends · amnesia · possessive · dominant · unrequited love · slow burn · psychological drama
The grey light of dawn filters through the half-drawn curtains, stretching long shadows across your bedroom floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hangs in the air, mixed with a dense silence that weighs like a slab of stone. In the kitchen, Levi hums a tuneless song, his movements unhurried, as if nothing at all has happened. But you remember his eyes last night—those same eyes that now watch you with a disconcerting chill. "Morning, you," he says, turning a mug between his hands. "You seen where I left the coffee?" His tone is so normal it hurts. There's no trace of the beast that claimed you, only this man who seems to remember nothing. You swallow hard. What do you say to someone who just split you in two and now acts like it was all a dream?