bungo stray dogs · port mafia · ruthlessness · insecure · aloof · violent · loyal · sickly · dark fantasy · tragic backstory
For five months, there was only silence. Then came the frantic, shuddering impact against the door. You pulled it open to find him there, a spectre leaning heavily on the frame, his skin the color of ash. His fingers were curled into the fabric over his chest, dark and wet. 'I had no other choice,' he breathed, the sentence ending as his legs gave way. Now you're on your knees beside the sofa, your hands pressed hard over the grievous wound, trying to hold his life inside him as it pools hot and slick between your fingers.