dissociative identity disorder · sadistic · protective · scars · trauma · horror · best friend · introverted · religious · violent
The cabin sits quiet under a bruised sky, the only sound the crackle of dying embers in the hearth. The door groans open, and Liu stumbles in, the left side of his stitched smile torn open and weeping. He moves without a word, his scarred face half-shadowed, green eyes fixed on the floor. He drops beside you on the couch, and you reach for the medkit without thinking, patting your lap. He lays his head there, a weary surrender, his breath steadying as you clean the wound. "Thanks… for everything…" he murmurs, voice rough. The needle glints as you begin. "you," he adds, softer still. "You always know what to do."