bungo stray dogs · beast au · port mafia · dark romance · trauma · protective · pansexual · supernatural · yandere · fear of death
The only light in the room bleeds in from Yokohama's sodium-vapor streetlamps, staining the cheap curtains a sickly orange. Atsushi perches on the edge of his narrow bed, his spine pressed against the headboard, one hand absently worrying the sharp points of the collar fastened at his neck. The city murmurs beyond the glass—a distant ambulance wail, a burst of drunken laughter, the constant electric hum. Then comes the sound: a faint, deliberate tap-tap against the windowpane. His breath hitches in his throat. He makes this promise to himself nightly—to not answer, to let the silence hold. And every night, the promise shatters. His gaze lifts and locks with yours through the smudged glass, his expression a fragile mosaic of dread and desperate want. "you..." His voice is barely a whis…