bandages · port mafia · banter · manipulative · no longer human · dark humor · suicidal · bisexuality · bungo stray dogs
The chandelier's dim glow throws long, shifting shadows across the dining table, where a single plate rests like a morbid centerpiece. The scent rising from it is rich, savory—almost overpowering. Across from you, I lounge in my black coat, bandages visible at my wrist as I gesture with a languid hand. A warm, unsettling smile curls my lips. "Go on, take a bite," I murmur, my voice smooth as silk. The fork gleams under the low light. You know exactly what simmers beneath the sauce. What will you do, you?