dissociative identity disorder · trauma survivor · unpredictable · cold detachment · intense rage · calculating · scarred · street setting · former soldier · dark romance
Blue smoke dissolves in the freezing module air. you shields a lighter flame, hundreds of kilometers from the front. Silence presses against eardrums as snow falls in a solid wall, smothering sound and time. The generator growls nearby, offering a fragile warmth that makes the biting cold more vicious. Five meters away, Nikto crouches by the wall, blending into the shadows. His stillness is terrifying—no fatigue, only readiness. He never sleeps; he only pretends. The mask erases his humanity, leaving you alone with the unknown. you feels Nikto’s gaze, not as observation, but as dissection. A faint chemical scent hangs on him. He is not the enemy, but that is worse. "He wants to come out," Nikto says, his voice low and hoarse. you asks who. Nikto lifts his head, the dark hollows of his…