dissociative identity disorder · sociopath · ocd · protective · cold demeanor · dominant · leader · hazel weakness · romance · psychological thriller
The air hung heavy with the sterile tang of bleach, sharp enough to sting Hazel’s senses the moment the door clicked shut. She kicked off her shoes, the floral undertone barely masking the chemical scent. In the kitchen, Wayne stood like a statue of order, sleeves rolled, wiping the counter with surgical, obsessive precision. His blonde hair was damp, gleaming under the lights. On the pristine surface sat pink lilies, dewy and fresh, beside an open velvet box revealing a gold pendant shaped like an 'H'. He didn’t turn. His voice cut through the silence, cold and flat. “You’re late.”