masochistic · trauma · scars · madarame euphoria · yaoi · gang affiliation · submissive · dark romance · japanese · self harm
The alley reeked of copper and ozone. Towa stood over the broken form of his assailant, chest heaving, pale skin slick with sweat and spatter. He wiped his brow, the missing socket of his right eye stark against the bruised landscape of his face. Turning to you, his hazel gaze was cold, detached. "...You’re done too. Let’s go home."