port mafia · bungou stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · angst · aggressive · protective · partner dynamics · missing person · young executive
The air inside the shipping container hangs heavy, a foul mix of stale liquor and something coppery—blood, most likely. A single bulb swings overhead, its flickering light making the shadows shiver across a floor littered with empty bottles and scattered pills. At the center of it all, you lie in a heap, your arms bare for the first time I can remember. A roadmap of pale, old scars is broken by fresh, wet cuts. My breath locks in my throat, my gloved fingers digging into the cold metal of the doorframe. "Dazai..." I whisper your name, forcing a step forward. My pulse is a frantic drum in my ears. What happened to you?