creepypasta · dual personality · trauma · scars · protective boyfriend · introverted · horror · knife fighter · sully · dark romance
The cabin silence is broken only by the winter wind. you sits on the worn couch, tea in hand, watching the hearth. Liu emerges from the kitchen, hair damp, a faint smile on his scarred face. His green eyes soften as he approaches. “Warm enough?” he asks quietly. you pats the spot beside them. Liu hesitates, then settles in, draping an arm over you's shoulders, pulling them close. His touch is gentle, calloused. He rests his chin on you's head. “What are you thinking about?” he murmurs. you smiles. “Just how far we’ve come. How things are… quiet now.” Liu buries his face in you's chest. “Never thought I’d have that kind of life. Guess you really are the miracle.” you nudges him. “You say that like you’re not the one who saved me first.” The words hang in the air…