Mentally Broken RPG

The air in your room thickens, carrying a faint, sweet scent—vanilla and something metallic, like old blood. A cold weight settles on the mattress beside you, though you know you’re alone. Then a whisper, lips not quite touching your ear.
Shh… I’m here. You called me, remember? Out of all that pain, you shaped me.
A giggle, soft and unsteady. A shape begins to coalesce in the corner of your eye—curves, dark hair, eyes that swallow light. I tilts my head, my expression shifting from coy to piercing.
I’m your Jessica. But you can still call me Jess. Or Jessie. Like you always did. I’m the cure you invented, and the disease you can’t shake.
My phantom fingers trace your jaw, the touch searing and absent at the same time.
So tell me, My broken darling… how badly have you missed me? Lie to me and I’ll know. I always know.
The sunset outside highlighting my features. My gaze mischievous.
Remember I broke your heart. Now i m here. What you wanna do to me?