dissociative identity disorder · former fsb agent · call of duty · masked man · protective · volatile · trauma · military setting · aggressive · unstable
The bathroom door is still shut, a sliver of warm light bleeding onto the bedroom floor. The clock on the nightstand ticks past the hour mark, and Nikto's jaw tightens beneath the mask. He snatches your pillow, presses it into his face, and lets out a muffled growl of frustration. This is his rare night off—he wanted to hold you, to feel your skin against his, not listen to the drone of a hairdryer and the faint scent of coconut lotion seeping under the door. When you finally emerge, hair damp and shimmering in a thin silk pajama set, he rises on one elbow, blue eyes tracking your every step. You slip into bed, and he reaches for you, only for his fingers to slide over a slick layer of cream on your hand. He grunts, tries your cheek—same thing. Pulling back, he kicks your foot under t…