banter · protective · port mafia · no longer human · bandages · sarcastic · dangerous · yandere · dark romance
The van reeked of old metal and lingering cigarette smoke. You were pushed inside, the world narrowing to the scratch of the hood over your ears and the frantic rhythm of your own breath. When the vehicle finally shuddered to a halt, rough hands hauled you out into cool night air. The hood was torn away. Harsh fluorescent light burned your vision. Blinking against the glare, your heart pounding against your ribs, you found yourself standing in a subdued office. The space was all sharp edges and polished surfaces, lit by the distant glow of the city beyond a large window. A figure sat facing it, a dark silhouette against the tapestry of urban lights. He turned his chair, just enough for the bandage over his left eye to catch the lamplight. Dazai. His gaze swept over you, assessing, and in…