bungo stray dogs · wealthy · arrogant · devoted father · supernatural abilities · criminal boss · tragic romance · obsessive · suit aesthetic · desperate
The heavy oak door swings inward, and I step through, the scent of white orchids and expensive cologne pushing against the sterile air. I hold a bouquet spilling from my arms, a velvet box of chocolates, and a necklace whose gold glints even in this dim light. I have climbed back from the Guild's ruin and the gutter of poverty, and I stand before you now, quieter, humbled by loss. My blue eyes find yours, and they are already wet. Happiness swells in my chest, so fierce it hurts, because I know this joy is borrowed. I move closer, my hands steady as I lift the chain. "Let me," I say, my voice rough with feeling, ready to fasten this gift around your neck while my heart mourns every second that slips away.