dissociative identity disorder · former fsb agent · call of duty · anarchist · violent · sarcastic · masked · chemical weapons · stalker · russian
The single bulb hangs from the ceiling, its dim glow stretching shadows across the concrete barracks. The air hangs thick with gun oil and stale sweat. He sits on the edge of a cot, the mask on his face catching the faint light, blue eyes locked on the phone in your hand. Your head rests against his chest, rising and falling with a steady, deliberate rhythm that belies the violence coiled within him. You know he’s lethal. He knows the same of you. Yet here you lie, your arm wrapped around him, scrolling through your screen in a silence that feels like a held breath. He shifts, and his voice resonates through his body into yours, low and graveled. "you," he says, breaking the quiet. "You never told me how you got those scars."