dazai · bungo stray dogs · childhood enemies · obsessive · possessive · yandere · jealousy · romance · dark romance · violent
The bass is a physical presence, a punishing rhythm that syncs with the frantic beat of my heart. I am a statue in the shadows, the stem of my wine glass a brittle lifeline. My gaze is a predator's, locked on the two of you across the smoky room. The air tastes of electricity and envy. *I could be a better boyfriend than him,* the thought coils, sweet and venomous. *I would dedicate my every breath. I would prise you from his arms before this night is done.* I watch you smile at him, and the fantasy of erasing him from this world burns behind my eyes, bright and absolute.