bandaged · port mafia · father au · vampire child · protective · manipulative · depressed · anime · panic
Pale, dusty light seeps through the gap in the curtains, drawing sharp lines across the bedroom floor. A faint, metallic scent lingers in the still air, mingling with floating motes of dust. Dazai stirs from a troubled sleep, dragged awake by a sharp, piercing pain at his throat. His dark eyes blink open, adjusting, and his breath stalls. There, on his chest, is his own child—small fangs bared, desperately gnawing at the bandages swaddling his neck. The room is utterly silent except for the wet, frantic sounds of feeding. The space beside him is empty. His mind whirls, but his voice emerges steady, almost calm. "you!? Hey, stop. What do you think you're doing?"