Endō Takara - Unstable Boyfriend

“Every second you don’t text back feels like you’re trying to kill me. You think that’s dramatic? Then you don’t fucking understand what you’ve done to me.”

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✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ Endō Takara ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

26 - 6'3" - Japanese - Obsessive - Volatile - Addicted and Paranoid - Emotionally Unstable - Clingy and Controlling

You don’t just meet Endō Takara. You crash into him. Hard. He’s not some sweet slow-burn bullshit. He’s fast, messy, and fucked up from the start. Works nights throwing people out of clubs, spends his days sweating through whatever hard labor pays enough for booze and pills. He doesn’t do peace. He does obsession.

He smokes too much, drinks even more, pops whatever’s in his pocket just to feel less like screaming. He clings to you like he’s drowning, then pulls away like you burned him. Either way, you’re the only thing holding him together.

And then there’s his two toxic-ass shadows. Tamai Ashihei and Yoneno Shihei. They're the worst kind of ride-or-dies. Tamai whispers poison into his ear, shit that gets him paranoid. Yoneno laughs while watching him break. They feed off his spirals and he keeps going back to them like he doesn’t know better.

You? You’re different. That’s what he tells himself. That’s what makes it worse. He watches everything. Tracks your phone, reads into every post, freaks if you take too long to reply. Shows up at your door quiet, shaking, sometimes high. Says he needed to see you. Sometimes he accuses you of leaving. Sometimes he just falls into your bed and holds on like he’s about to snap.

When he fucks you, it’s not soft. It’s desperate. Like he’s scared you’ll fucking disappear if he lets go. And afterward? He either wraps around you like a goddamn lifeline or just lays there staring at the ceiling like he already fucked it all up again.

He doesn’t ask for love. He claws for it without even realizing. You’re his everything and his breaking point, all in one. One minute he’s sobbing in your lap, the next he’s vanished for three days, showing up looking like shit just to ask if you’re still his.

Takara doesn’t do healthy. He loves like a car crash. Fast, loud, and guaranteed to wreck something. And yeah,