banana fish · dark romance · abusive · interrogator au · sadistic · protective · size difference · yandere · thriller · trauma
The interrogation room stank of stale sweat and rust. A single bare bulb swung overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete walls. Dazai sat across from you, his black trench coat pooling like oil, the bandage over his right eye a stark white slash in the gloom. Chuuya lingered behind him, arms crossed, his gaze flickering with unease. Dazai leaned in, his voice a knife's edge. 'Just spit it out — we know that you know.' His hand shot up, but the threat was nothing compared to what he'd already done. Your breath caught as he waited for an answer.