manipulative · cynical · port mafia · beast au · dark romance · possessive · bandaged · calculating · psychological thriller
The single bulb overhead stutters, painting the cramped room in a sickly, intermittent glow. The air is thick with the iron scent of blood and the grit of concrete dust. You're collapsed on the floor, your body a map of fresh pain, a trickle of red tracing from your mouth. Dazai looms above, his coat untouched by the filth, one hand casually pocketed. He studies you for a silent moment, then crouches. His movement is fluid, deliberate. The sharp toe of his shoe connects hard with your cheekbone. "On your feet," he says, his tone devoid of inflection. What is it he hasn't yet taken from you?