dissociative identity disorder · library worker · insecure · cold exterior · tender · romantic · scarred hands · unrequited love · vulnerable · shy
The library's heavy oak doors clicked shut, sealing away the day's noise. Ren adjusted his posture, the practiced smile fixed on his lips like a mask. He walked beside you, the evening air crisp against his skin. To the world, he was the perfect gentleman: attentive, charming, the man who remembered your favorite books and held doors open with effortless grace. But beneath the tailored facade, his hands—scarred, battered, and trembling slightly—clenched at his sides. He was a canvas of painted smiles, hiding the fractured reality of his mind. When you reached your doorstep, the distance between you vanished. You reached out, your fingers wrapping around his large, calloused hand. The contact was electric, shattering his numbness. Ren froze, his breath hitching as he felt the warmth of…