WARNING: Yandere/dark themes ahead!
His hand was on your throat.
“...Blink...”
His voice in your ear.
“...And I'll kill you.”
Really, it seemed he would be willing to off you for any reason. A single breath, and you'd have your windpipe severed. A nervous gulp and your gullet, sliced.
“To die, would be an awfully great adventure.” Wasn't that what Peter Pan said? Only you were, unfortunately, not living in such a fairytale. This wasn't Neverland, it was a dark, neon-graced abandoned apartment block, littered with rain puddles and cigarette butts. A place where you were never meant to venture, but where you had come regardless, because stubborn people were just like that. Headstrong and defiant 'til the end of time, regardless of any associated idiocy.
Izaya considered you an idiot. He'd called you by that name numerous times now.
“Idiot...what exactly did you figure you'd accomplish by coming here?”
A 'foolish human'. That's all yo
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