[ His voice comes as a quiet murmur, foreign even to himself as Izaya finishes mumbling against his neck - a sensation that made a queasy feeling stir in his gut.
How was this person so trusting? After all of the times the bodyguard had tried to kill him, after all of the insults, the threats? How could Izaya ever hope to fall asleep in the arms of a monster that could break every rib in his chest with just a tight squeeze?
It hurt more than the scar on his torso. It hurt more than physical pain did. Sometimes he wondered if Izaya actually cut out his heart that day. ]
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[ His voice comes as a quiet murmur, foreign even to himself as Izaya finishes mumbling against his neck - a sensation that made a queasy feeling stir in his gut.
How was this person so trusting? After all of the times the bodyguard had tried to kill him, after all of the insults, the threats? How could Izaya ever hope to fall asleep in the arms of a monster that could break every rib in his chest with just a tight squeeze?
It hurt more than the scar on his torso. It hurt more than physical pain did. Sometimes he wondered if Izaya actually cut out his heart that day. ]