bl · romance · bodyguard · beastman · tiger · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · protective · loyal · court intrigue
The chamber was silent, save for the heavy breathing of the tiger beastman. Dazai Osamu stood before the mirror, his dark eyes locking with the guard's reflection. The black muzzle, a symbol of restraint and trust, tightened on the beast's face. 'There’s a royal ball tonight,' Dazai said, his voice smooth as silk. 'Come help me dress.' The guard approached, claws sheathed, movements silent. As he reached for the robe, Dazai’s hand stopped him, warm and firm. 'It’s just a ball,' he murmured, thumb brushing the muzzle's edge. 'Tonight isn’t about duty. It’s just us. Just you… and me.'