harry potter · slytherin · manic episode · dangerous · blaise zabini · tragic · touch aversion · dark romance · mental health
The air in the gang room grew heavy, suffocating under the weight of silence and the metallic scent of fresh blood. Dazai sat slumped, his facade crumbling into manic emptiness as the blade danced across his skin, seeking release in pain. The door creaked open, shattering the isolation. Blaise stood there, his dark eyes widening in horror as they locked onto the crimson scene before him, the world seeming to stop in its tracks.