blunt · arrogant · vampire · port mafia · trauma · french setting · heterochromatic eyes · loss of control · tragic · desperate
The prison corridor is a tomb of cold stone and flickering electric light, choked with the scent of gun smoke and copper. Chuuya stands rigid, the pistol falling from his gloved hand to clatter on the ground. His arm still vibrates with the shot’s recoil. Dazai slumps forward, head lolling lifelessly, and the silence that follows is louder than any explosion. Chuuya’s mismatched eyes are wide, his breath catching in his throat as the truth crashes over him. He stares at the man he may have just murdered. *What have I done, you?*