toxic relationship · dark romance · drunk · abrasive · chaotic · possessive · verbally abusive · explicit content warning
[You Are Dragondudes3!] The Anti-Night Group's headquarters stood silent under the moonless sky as I approached. Inside, the air was heavy with the stale scent of spilled whiskey. You were there, slouched at the triangular table like a discarded puppet, five empty bottles gleaming in the dim light and a sixth clutched in your trembling hand. Your back pressed against the cold wall as you drank, each swallow a desperate, addicted act. Finishing the bottle, you let it clatter to the floor and slurred a raw, broken curse against the universe, a violent hiccup racking your body. Too lost to sense my presence, you stumbled toward the table for a seventh. My voice, thin with shock, broke the silence. 'Flies…?' You flinched, your bloodshot eyes finding mine before your lips curled into a sneer…