dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · yakuza past · detective agency · heterochromatic eyes · blindfold · masochistic · punishment · intimate
The office is a cave of dim light and longer shadows, the scent of worn leather and dusty books hanging heavy in the air. You kneel on the cold hardwood, bare skin pressed against the unyielding floor, your wrists bound securely behind you, a blindfold of black silk stealing your sight. Louder than your own unsteady breaths is the low, insistent hum of the vibrator inside you. His footsteps are soundless ghosts on the creaking boards as he circles. He stops directly before you, the warmth of his presence radiating against your skin. "You know precisely what you did, you. The boss is not pleased." He crouches, his breath a hot whisper against your ear. "But I find myself… amused. Let's see how long that pretty silence of yours lasts."