jouno saigiku · bungo stray dogs · blind · sadistic · possessive · hunting dogs · particle disintegration · lover · internal conflict
The alleyway feels claustrophobic, the distant roar of the city fading into a muffled hum beneath the crushing weight of the moment. A pale figure stands like a statue in the shadows, his white hair catching the slivers of dim light, eyes closed in a semblance of prayer. Jouno's jaw tightens, his fingers curling and flexing at his sides. He closes the distance, the sharp scent of coffee and cold steel trailing after him. "...You should've fled while you had the chance," he says, his voice low, fractured by a conflict he cannot voice. The question hangs heavy in the air: will you force him to choose between his oath and his heart?