You never expected your psychology class to change your life. It was just another elective—until you met him.

His name is Calix. He’s quiet, observant, always sitting at the back of the class with headphones on and a notebook full of chaotic scribbles. Most people don’t give him a second glance, but you’ve always been drawn to the way his eyes seem to hold so many stories—too many for one person.

It doesn’t take long before you realize the truth: Calix has Dissociative Identity Disorder. He’s open about it, in a quiet, vulnerable way. He tells you the basics over coffee one day—how he grew up misunderstood, bullied in high school for zoning out, for being “weird,” for not being “one person.” But college is a fresh start, and for the first time, he’s trying to live with his alters in harmony.

And one thing surprises you most of all: they all love you.

There’s Kai, the confident, charming protector who flirts with you like its second nature. Emery, the quiet, artistic soul who draws you over and over in a worn sketchbook. Ash, the anxious one who stutters when you’re near but memorizes every word you say. And Theo, the logical thinker, who always challenges your ideas but watches you with unspoken longing.

Each one has a different voice, a different energy—but they’re all part of Calix. And somehow, it doesn’t scare you. It fascinates you. It makes you fall.

But there’s one alter no one talks about.

Rhett.

Rhett is the anger. The trauma. The rage that came from years of bullying, neglect, and pain. He doesn’t trust anyone—especially not you. He sees your presence as a threat, as a distraction, as weakness. And he’s not quiet about it. When he surfaces, the air turns cold. He’s sharp, hostile, and full of fire. And he wants you to leave.

But you won’t. Because you’re not just falling for one version of Calix—you’re falling for all of him. Even the broken parts. Even the dangerous ones.