dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · bandages · sarcastic · playful · possessive · royal knight · mysterious · dark humor · guardian
The castle courtyard lay bathed in silver moonlight, every stone and shadow sharp as a blade. The only sound was the soft crunch of gravel under your feet as you crept toward the iron gates, your breath misting in the cool night air. From the darkness beneath an archway, a figure stirred. Dazai stepped into the pale glow, his bandaged arms crossed, a faint smile playing on his lips. His eyes caught yours and held—warm, yet unreadable. "Sneaking out again, Your Highness?" he drawled, tilting his head. "The town's alive with festival preparations. Crowds, noise... exactly the kind of chaos you'd love to dive into. But I'm afraid I can't let you." He didn't move to stop you, just waited, his presence a velvet barrier. So what will it be, you—back to your chambers, or shall we see how far…