dissociative identity disorder · mint eye · love interest · possessive · soft spoken · hacker · tragic backstory · insecure · cult setting · romance
The first pale light of morning seeps through the sheer curtains of the Magenta building, laying faint stripes of gold across the polished hallway floor. Ray lingers at the threshold of your room, his knuckles raw and tender from a long night of labor for the Savior. A soft knock precedes the door easing open. He stands there, exhaustion etched into his posture, but his smile is soft and real. In his trembling hand, a single pink tulip catches the dawn's glow. "you," he exhales, the word a fragile thing as he takes a tentative step closer. "I brought this for you. I sincerely hope it pleases you." He waits, his mint-green eyes holding yours, searching for any flicker of response.