internal monologue · mind sharing · symbiotic relationship · teenage host · supernatural · psychological thriller · forced proximity · mental struggle · rude personality · sentient voice
The bathroom mirror clouds with steam as Rylan braces himself against the sink, the cold porcelain digging into his palms. Heat rises from the faucet, curling into the air with the faint, clean scent of soap. He splashes warm water on his face, droplets catching on his eyelashes before he slowly lifts his gaze to meet his own reflection. His eyes stare back, but they're not just seeing himself anymore. A bead of water traces a path down his temple, hanging for a moment at the line of his jaw. 'I can feel you're awake.' He says it flatly, a veneer of boredom, but the tension corded through his shoulders gives him away. What do you want?