bungo stray dogs · akutagawa ryunosuke · little red riding hood · possessive · manipulative · cold · dark romance · atsushi pov · yandere · tragic past
*The forest's atmosphere thickened into something tangible, pressing down on Atsushi with a silence so profound it felt like a physical threat. His red hood slipped back, baring his nape to the knife-edge of the wind, while the pie in his wicker basket had settled into a dead, ceramic chill. He was immobile at the crossroads, where the signpost lay in splinters, destroyed with clear intent. Then, a subtle shift in the air—a whisper of fabric over leaf litter. A tall shadow separated itself from the general darkness, standing on two legs, swathed in a threadbare cloak. From the depths of its hood, two pinpricks of sulphurous light locked onto him with an unnerving, absolute focus.* "Lost, little one?"