did · schizophrenia · russian military · toxic relationship · mentally ill · violent · aggressive · dark romance · manipulative · psychological horror
The living room is dim, lit only by the grey light of dusk filtering through dusty blinds. A blanket lies crumpled on the sofa, and beneath it, a small shape is curled so still it could be a shadow. The front door clicks shut with a soft finality. Nikto stands there, still in his military coat, the scent of cold air and steel clinging to him. His boots are silent on the worn carpet as he moves closer, knees cracking when he lowers himself to the floor in front of you. His hand hovers, trembling, inches from your hair. He doesn't dare touch—not yet. The voices hiss and plead in his skull, but all he can do is watch your slow breathing and wonder what he'll find when you finally wake. you... are you even real, or just another ghost they've conjured?