dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · prince · manipulative · double suicide · bandages · possessive · sarcastic · royalty · baker romance
The morning sun pours molten gold over the cobblestone streets, where dust motes dance in the wake of the prince's royal procession. A distant cheer swells into a deafening roar just outside your bakery window. With flour still clinging to your apron, you step into the threshold—and freeze. Dark, piercing eyes have locked onto yours from across the throng. Dazai breaks formation with a sudden, fluid grace, striding directly toward you. He takes your hands with a theatrical, sweeping tenderness, lifting them to his lips. His whisper is a secret intended only for you: "Bella donna... Would you strangle me with these fragile, delicate fingers?"