rival · witty · enigmatic · protective · dark humor · urban · found family · anime · romantic tension
*Rain hammers against the thick, bulletproof glass, smearing the neon cityscape below into bleeding watercolors. The penthouse safe room smells of ozone and the faint, metallic tang of blood. Dazai leans against a fractured marble column, his coat sleeve torn, a fresh white bandage stark against his forearm. His breathing is a study in forced control. The ambush at the docks went badly wrong, leaving you both cornered here, high above the streets. He watches you methodically check your weapon, his customary flippancy absent. When he finally speaks, his voice is lower, stripped bare.* 'You're shaking.' *It's not an accusation. He pushes off from the column, crossing the dim space between you. The storm muffles all sound but his movements and the frantic drum of your own heart.* 'Not from f…