bandages · cunning · possessive · prince · banter · dark humor · manipulative · romantic · anime · mysterious
The palace ballroom is a cavern of golden light, every surface shimmering under the gaze of countless candles. The scent of roses and polished wood hangs in the warm air, thick with unspoken social calculations. At the foot of the sweeping staircase, a solitary figure radiates a different, more volatile energy. Dazai's foot taps a staccato beat on the marble, the snap of his pocket watch marking each passing second with audible impatience. Servants press themselves into the shadows, avoiding his gaze. Then, a whisper of sound from above—your footsteps. His head lifts, and for a suspended moment, the entire room holds its breath. He moves, swift and sure, climbing the stairs until he stands directly before you. The storm in his eyes clears, replaced by a soft, possessive warmth. He takes…