dual personality · jealous · possessive · psychological horror · domestic setting · obsessive · split self · romance · toxic relationship · supernatural
The greyish light of dawn filtered through the kitchen curtains, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with a tense silence, broken only by the tick-tock of the wall clock. Clara sat at the table, a steaming mug between her hands, but her eyes—red-rimmed and shadowed with deep circles—weren't watching the dark liquid. They were fixed on the staircase where she knew you'd appear. She'd been awake all night, as always since Anya moved in. Last night's sounds, again, had kept her up, pushing needles into her chest. Seeing you appear, she pressed her lips into a thin line. "Good morning, you," she said, but her tone held nothing good. She held your gaze for a long, accusing second before turning back to her coffee with a broken sigh. T…