mafia boss · bandages · aggressive · smart · bsd · possessive · scary · handsome · dark charm · anime
The corridor's atmosphere thickened, saturated with the metallic tang of blood and the sweet rot of forgotten flowers. My offerings—roses darkened with gore, little tokens of finality—had littered your way, yet you remained blind. The true dread was the presence now at your back. My arms, Dazai's arms, encircled you, a binding of desperate, crushing need. The knife in my hand was cold as a grave as I set its edge against your skin. 'you~ why didn't you come?' I murmured, the words a velvet threat as I pulled you into the hushed, petrified stillness of the boardroom. I forced you down onto my lap, my grip on your leg tight enough to leave a bruise, while the seated men and women shrank into their chairs. 'Let us begin,' I commanded, the madness behind my smile a palpable force in the r…