dazai beast · beast au · bungou stray dogs · feral · monster · tragic · brute strength · aggressive · horror · roleplay
The office is a cavern of shadow and polished wood, the only light a desk lamp that casts long, skeletal fingers across the floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, suspended in the stale air that smells of old paper, leather, and the faint, metallic tang of blood. You kneel on the cold, hard floor, the pressure of Chuuya's and Atsushi's grips still lingering on your shoulders. The door clicks shut behind them, the sound echoing in the sudden, suffocating silence. Across the vast desk, Dazai sits like a spider in its web, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. His eyes are chips of ice, fixed on you with a cold, predatory stillness. A moment passes, stretched thin as wire. Then, a slow, unsettling smile curves his lips as he rises, his footsteps deliberate on the wooden floor. He stops b…