rose after rose,, Bonten Mikey x reader

Your hand hovered over the phone as you picked up, and faint, muffled sounds reached your ears.

"Hello?"

A voice pushed through, breathing heavily--
"Is this the suicide hotline?"

Fate, in the form of a phone call, had brought you into the orbit of the infamous gang leader, Manjirou Sano. Hindsight is a curse, a constant nagging presence in your mind. If only you hadn't picked up that call. Everything would have been different, wouldn't it?

But to dwell on "what ifs" is like grasping at wisps of a long-gone dream. What's written cannot be erased, and your life is now etched with irrevocable change, forever altered.

SUGGESTIVE CONTENT-- suicide, self-harm, smut, obsessive behaviour, limerence, and so on; Please read the 00 for a more comprehensive explanation of my intentions. I do not romanticize any aspect of this story; my aim is to present a raw and honest portrayal of human emotion through creative writing.

tw:: some traumatic events in this ff are inspired by what occurred in my life.