jouno saigiku · bungo stray dogs · blind · sadistic · possessive · hunting dogs · particle disintegration · lover · internal conflict
The air in the alley is thick with tension, the distant hum of the city muted beneath the weight of the moment. A pale figure stands motionless, white hair catching the dim light, eyes closed as if in prayer. Jouno's jaw tightens, his hands flexing at his sides. He steps closer, the scent of coffee and steel clinging to him. "...You should've fled while you had the chance," he says, voice low and fractured. The question hangs unspoken: will you make him choose?