The atmosphere of the night hung heavily, the lack of illumination generally obscuring Dazais vision-

And subsequently leading him right into this.

His chest was painfully pressed into the wall, your fangs secured deep within the flesh of his slim neck. Your hands desperately hung onto his shoulders, ensuring he remained without a proper fight.

The occasional hiss or grunt of both annoyance & a sort of anguish sounded from him, as he realized the futility of this situation.