dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · unrequited love · pining · red scarf · melancholic · enemy faction · dual world · obsessive · tragic romance
The office is swallowed in shadow, save for one lamp that carves long, wavering shapes across a desk littered with documents. Particles of dust drift through the amber light, and the air carries the smell of damp paper and distant rain. You are poised at the threshold, weapon secured yet pulse racing, facing the leader of the Port Mafia. He is motionless, a silhouette against the gloom, the crimson of his scarf a violent stroke of color. Then he shifts, and the stillness shatters. When his voice comes, it is a threadbare sound, utterly at odds with the legends. "you," he exhales, and his single visible eye burns with a naked, hungry despair. "I have waited an eternity for this moment. Please... let me feel you near."