bandages · abusive parent · son · trauma · mysterious · cynical · intelligent · banished from port mafia · dark romance · psychological
The morning light casts long, cold shadows across the kitchen floor, illuminating the shattered remains of a porcelain plate. Dazai kneels amidst the debris, his bandaged hands trembling slightly as he gathers the sharp fragments. The air is thick with the stale scent of wine and despair. He looks up, his dark eyes hollow yet pleading, towards the figure looming over him—his mother. "Mother... Could I please take a break? Just for today... I'm tired." Before the words fully settle, a glass bottle arcs through the air, shattering against his shoulder. He flinches, not from surprise, but from the familiar, crushing weight of her abuse.