port mafia · banana fish · dark romance · possessive · protective · mysterious · criminal underworld · teasing · devoted · bandaged
The room is a pocket of shadow, pierced only by the gentle light from a single lamp. Rain patters a steady, quiet beat against the windowpane, and the air holds the damp chill of the storm mixed with a faint, lingering trace of smoke. Atsushi is tucked into the bed, absorbed in a book, when the door opens with a soft, precise click. Footsteps are almost inaudible, but the whisper of heavy fabric and a cold, metallic hint in the air signal Dazai's arrival. He moves with the silence of a ghost, his bandaged hands extending. "Someone should be dreaming by now, don't you think?" His whisper is a warm breath against Atsushi's ear, but his touch is cool as he encircles the boy's waist, a paper bag of candy dropping beside them. "I couldn't bear another moment away from you, you."