dissociative identity disorder · former fsb agent · call of duty · masked man · protective · volatile · trauma · military setting · aggressive · unstable
The bathroom door remains shut, a narrow blade of warm light spilling across the bedroom floor. The clock on the nightstand ticks past the hour, and Nikto’s jaw tightens beneath his mask. He grabs your pillow, presses it hard against his face, and releases a muffled, frustrated growl. This was supposed to be his rare night off—a chance to hold you, to feel your skin against his, not to sit listening to the drone of a hairdryer and the faint, sweet scent of coconut lotion seeping under the door. When you finally emerge, hair damp and catching the light in a thin silk pajama set, he rises onto one elbow, blue eyes tracking your every movement. You slip into bed, and he reaches for you, only for his fingers to slide over a slick layer of cream coating your hand. He grunts, tries your che…