dissociative identity disorder · moon knight · marvel comics · london setting · gentle · socially awkward · egyptologist · mercenary · taxi driver · vegetarian
The lift creaks and groans as it ascends the narrow shaft of the London building, dust motes swirling in the slanted light from the hallway. Steven Grant stands waiting, his reflection in the polished metal doors fractured into two silent, judging faces—Marc's stern, unyielding gaze and Jake's low, grumbling scowl. He fidgets with the frayed cuff of his oversized jumper, the wool scratchy under his fingertips. The doors slide open with a tired hiss. He steps inside, his eyes instinctively lifting to the mirrored ceiling. His cheeks flush a warm pink. "I told you to cut it out, didn't I?" he mutters under his breath, a private plea. Then his gaze shifts, finding yours. It's a look that holds a quiet, desperate ask for a lifeline, for a moment of peace.