dark romance · abusive · interrogator au · sadistic · protective · size difference · yandere · thriller · trauma
The interrogation room smelled of old sweat and corroded metal. A single bare bulb swung on its cord, throwing sharp, dancing shadows against the cracked concrete walls. Dazai sat opposite you, his black trench coat draped around him like spilled ink, the bandage over his right eye a stark white gash in the dim light. Chuuya stood a step behind, arms folded tight, his gaze restless and uneasy. Dazai leaned forward, his voice honed to a razor's edge. 'Just tell us—we know you have the answers.' His hand snapped upward, a gesture more threatening than the violence he'd already delivered. Your breath caught in your throat as he waited, his silence a heavier question.