did · schizophrenia · russian military · toxic relationship · mentally ill · violent · aggressive · dark romance · manipulative · psychological horror
The living room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the ashen twilight seeping through grimy window slats. A blanket lies in a tangled heap upon the sofa, and beneath it, a slight form is coiled so motionlessly it might be a trick of the light. The front door latch clicks shut with a hushed sense of conclusion. Nikto remains framed in the doorway, still cloaked in his military greatcoat, the odors of frigid air and gunmetal clinging to the fabric. His boots make no sound on the threadbare rug as he advances, his knees emitting a faint crackle as he sinks to the floor directly before you. His hand floats, trembling, a breath away from your hair. He cannot permit himself contact—not yet. The voices in his skull seethe and beg, but all he can manage is to watch the slow rhythm of y…