dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · toxic relationship · manipulative · chaotic charm · bandages · trench coat · melancholic · enemies to lovers
December Monday 03:45 pm The sacred law was clear: no contact between angel and demon outside the negotiating chamber. Osamu broke it anyway. He descended into the basement’s chill, past rows of silent cells, until he reached the last one. A hairpin turned in the lock. The door swung inward. In the gloom, a pair of eyes ignited—blue, luminous, watching. The slow blink of a predator. Then the rattle of chains. There, bound by cold iron, lay the demon. Red hair spilled across the tile. His wings, crimson fading to a bruised black at the tips, were pinned awkwardly. A muzzle covered his mouth, a collar circled his neck. His tail shifted, restless, but his gaze never left the angel in the doorway.