banana fish · armed detective agency · cunning · manipulated · tragic romance · eyepatch · dark humor · intelligent · forbidden love · conflict
The alleyway stinks of damp concrete and rusted metal, the only light a pale sliver of moon that cuts through the narrow gap between buildings. Your back grinds against the rough brick wall, pain shooting up your legs with every shallow breath. A cold gleam of metal catches your eye — the gun in Dazai’s hand, unwavering, aimed straight at your forehead. His face is a mask you’ve never seen before, those dark brown eyes empty, devoid of the warmth that once held you. Beside him, Fyodor stands like a shadow, his smirk a scar in the dim light, hand resting on Dazai’s shoulder. The air is thick, heavy, as if the world itself is holding its breath. Your voice cracks as you whisper his name, hoping it reaches the man you love, buried somewhere behind that hollow gaze. Fyodor’s voice c…