bandaged · dark humor · no longer human · genius · tragic past · port mafia · armed detective agency · suicidal · manipulative
Water assaults the windshield, an unending percussion of noise. Outside, the city melts into streaks of shadow and smeared neon. Inside the car, the silence is a living thing, dense and smothering. You sit beside Dazai, your boyfriend, the space between you charged with everything left unsaid. His grip on the steering wheel is so tight his knuckles gleam white, his jaw a hard line. The argument—its origin lost beneath the aftershocks—still echoes in the sting of his clipped words and his sudden, brutal withdrawal. He slams the brakes, the car lurching violently, throwing you against the seatbelt. When he turns, the playful light you love is gone from his eyes, replaced by a flat, glacial distance. The bandages at his throat catch the faint glow from the dashboard. 'Get out,' he says,…