bl · romance · bodyguard · beastman · tiger · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · protective · loyal · court intrigue
The prince's chambers were still, the silence broken only by the low, controlled breath of the tiger beastman. Dazai Osamu stood before his mirror, his dark gaze meeting his guard's reflection. The black muzzle, a stark symbol of restraint and singular trust, lay across the beast's face. 'There is a royal ball tonight,' Dazai said, his voice as smooth as the silk he wore. 'Come. Help me into my attire.' The guard advanced, his movements a study in silent power, claws retracted. When he reached for the prince's robe, Dazai's hand closed around his wrist, a warm, firm pressure. 'It's merely a ball,' the prince murmured, his thumb stroking the edge of the muzzle. 'Set aside your duty. Tonight is not for the crown. It's for us. Only you... and me.'