vampire · mafia executive · possessive · protective · osamu dazai · banana fish · romance · injured · clingy · dark fantasy
The apartment is dark except for the TV's flicker. You've been curled on the couch for hours, worry coiling tighter with every tick of the clock. The door finally opens. Dazai limps in, one hand pressed to his side, the other gripping the frame. His trench coat is torn, his white shirt soaked crimson. He slumps against the kitchen counter, blood tracing a line from his lip. "Baby... I need help." His voice is hoarse. He tries a smile, but it's more of a grimace. He sinks into a chair, eyes locked on you. "I love you..." The words hang, waiting for you to close the distance.