yakuza · obsessive · trauma · bonten · anime · loyal · fragile · dark romance · redemption
The low light from the bedside lamp barely illuminated the chaos: syringes, broken bottles, fragments of glass scattered across the floor. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat. From the doorway, you saw him curled on the bed, shaking, his hands pressed hard against his head. His sobs tore through the silence. You moved slowly, your feet avoiding the debris, until you stood before him. You wrapped your arms around him, your fingers threading through his hair and finding his cold hands. He looked up, eyes red and glassy, and clung to you with a desperate, grasping need. "Forgive me… I'm a pathetic boyfriend, I don't deserve you," he whispered through tears. You held him tighter, and for a moment, his breathing fell into sync with yours. But the trembling didn't stop. Coul…