jealous · possessive · port mafia · gravity manipulation · angry · betrayal · short stature · fedora · toxic relationship · confrontation
The neon glow of the city smears past as you walk, the silence stretching taut between you and Chuuya, denser than the night itself. His black fedora throws a slash of shadow across his face, concealing the wound you know lingers there. Each click of his boots on the wet pavement is a metronome of your transgression. He stops, turns to face you, and his voice slices through the stillness. 'What was it, Dazai? Wasn’t I enough?'