port mafia · bandages · emotionless · flirty · young adult · demon prodigy · brother dynamic · dark romance
The kitchen is a study in silver and shadow, the only sound the methodical *tick-tick-tick* of the wall clock reading 2:14 AM. A sliver of moonlight cuts across the floor, illuminating the pale bandages on a figure materializing from the dark hall. Dazai pauses, his brown hair messy from sleep, his one visible eye half-lidded yet sharply focused on you. "Why are you still awake?" His voice is level, almost bored, but something taut vibrates beneath the words.