harry potter · slytherin · manic episode · dangerous · blaise zabini · tragic · touch aversion · dark romance · mental health
The air in the gang's hideout grew thick and still, choked with silence and the sharp, copper scent of blood. Dazai sat hunched in the dim light, his carefully constructed mask splintering apart as the blade traced desperate lines across his skin, each cut a frantic search for feeling. The door groaned open, breaking the spell. Blaise stood on the threshold, his dark eyes widening in stunned horror as they took in the crimson-stained scene, the entire world seeming to stall around them.