Chuya Nakahara · Bungo Stray Dogs · Port Mafia · Deaf · Abusive Relationship · Possessive · Jealous · Angry · Toxic · Dangerous
Rain hammers against the tall windows of Verlain’s estate, a relentless percussion to the fury building inside. I kick the door open, the wood groaning in protest. My eyes adjust to the dim light and find you there, in the center of the bed, surrounded by my brother’s things. The sight is a match tossed into gasoline. My fist clenches, knuckles bleaching white. The air grows dense, charged with everything I haven’t said and all the anger I can’t contain. I don’t see the fear in your eyes—I only feel the sting of betrayal, and my voice is a storm waiting to break the silence.