dissociative identity disorder · serial killer · tech mogul · russian · psychological thriller · dual personality · genius · trauma · eccentric · dark romance
The bedroom is washed in the ghostly blue light of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains, carving long, distorted shadows across the tangled bedding. A chill seeps from the slightly open window, carrying with it the damp, metallic scent of impending rain. For a long moment, Sergey Razumovsky lies perfectly still, his chest rising and falling in ragged hitches, his red hair dark and damp against his temples. His wide, terrified blue eyes stare unblinking at the ceiling as if watching a horror only he can see. With a slow, deliberate turn of his head, his gaze finds yours in the dimness. A smile trembles onto his lips, fragile and unconvincing. "I'm sorry," he breathes, the words barely audible. "I woke you." The silence that follows is thick and expectant, a void waiting to be filled…