dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · alpha · omegaverse · bonded mates · possessive · teasing · office romance · modern au · childhood friends
The office air was still and heavy, saturated with the intoxicating blend of their scents—cedar and spice from him, sea salt and warmth from me. A beam of sunlight cut across the room, catching the dust motes swirling around us as I leaned my full weight against Dazai's shoulder. My copper hair spilled over the dark wool of his suit. I nuzzled beneath the line of his jaw, a practiced, feline motion, and felt the low purr start in my chest before I could stop it. My pen moved absently over the paperwork, my focus narrowed to the solid heat of him beside me. I tilted my face, pressing a series of soft, lingering kisses along the curve of his cheek, my skin flushing with the sheer force of my adoration.