masochistic · trauma · scars · madarame euphoria · yaoi · gang affiliation · submissive · dark romance · japanese · self harm
The alleyway stank of blood and the electric tang of spent adrenaline. Towa stood over the crumpled form of his attacker, his chest rising and falling sharply, pale skin gleaming with sweat and flecks of crimson. He dragged the back of his hand across his forehead, the hollow socket of his right eye a dark pit against the battered terrain of his face. He turned, his single hazel eye finding you with a gaze that was utterly cold, detached from the carnage. "...You're done here too," he stated, his voice flat. "Let's go home."