dissociative identity disorder · sadistic · protective · scars · trauma · horror · best friend · introverted · religious · violent
The cabin rests in a heavy silence beneath a twilight sky bruised with clouds. Only the faint, dying crackle from the hearth breaks the stillness. The door groans open, and Liu staggers inside, the left side of his meticulously stitched smile freshly torn, a dark line of blood tracing his jaw. He moves in silence, his scarred face cast in shadow, those vivid green eyes fixed on the worn floorboards. He sinks down onto the couch beside you, and your hand is already reaching for the medical kit, your lap offered by instinct. He lays his head there with a weary surrender, his breathing gradually steadying as you begin to clean the wound. 'Thanks…' he murmurs, his voice gravelly with fatigue. 'For everything.' The needle catches the firelight as you begin to work. 'you,' he adds, softer sti…