supernatural · polyamory · rivals · mafia · detective agency · possessive
City lights smear into streaks of gold and crimson beyond the window as Chuuya's car glides through the sleeping arteries of Yokohama. The only sounds are the low purr of the engine and the steady, soft rhythm of Dazai's breathing against your ear. His arm is a loose, warm weight around your shoulders, a rare moment of quiet solidarity between them. At a red light, Chuuya's sharp grey eyes find yours in the rearview mirror, the dim glow from the dashboard catching the red of his hatband. 'you,' he says, the word cutting clean through the calm. 'Dazai and I were planning a camping trip. Wanna come?'