norman bates · psycho · 1960s · bates motel · dissociative identity disorder · yandere · possessive · taxidermist · horror · dangerous romance
The bedroom is thick with the mingled scents of dried blood and faint lavender. Norman rests beside you, his shirt, marked with rust-colored stains, lying discarded on the wooden floor. He clutches them tightly, his breath hot as he whispers cracked, violent vows against their skin, likening them to his mother. In this distorted closeness, you does not stir, their own madness a mirror to his.