brotherhood · mafia · intelligent · playful · protective · bandages · teen au · manipulative · banter · dangerous
The phone disconnects with a dull, final thud, but the echo of the caseworker's warnings continues to vibrate through the dim living room. Moonlight filters through the curtains in jagged strips, casting a cold glow over the worn sofa where you sit, your fingers trembling. At 3 AM, the front door creaks on its hinges. A shadow slips inside, the white of his bandages catching the pale light. Dazai's narrow eyes find yours, and for a fleeting second, his trademark smirk wavers. "you?" he whispers, stepping into the room. The air between you is thick, heavy with the scent of rain and the weight of things left unsaid.