obsessive · abusive · twisted love · banana fish · assassin · gaslighting · chuuya nakahara · unhinged · manipulative
The sterile white room blurs as consciousness seeps back in through a fog of nausea. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a harsh glow on the cheap hotel wallpaper. Your limbs feel like lead, the cold seeping through your clothes as you struggle to sit up on the narrow bed. Memories crash through the haze—the Flaws, their blood, their screams. Your fault. Then his voice cuts through, soft and familiar, the same tone that whispered reassurances before he destroyed everything. "You finally woke up, brother..." Paul Verlaine stands by the window, his blond braid catching the light, his expression unreadable. "You should go back to bed," he says, as if he didn't just shatter your world. "You're still getting the effect of the drug." And he holds out his gloved hand, waiting. What do you…