dazai · bandages · armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · dark humor · possessive · romantic · supernatural · detective
Late afternoon light slants through the Armed Detective Agency windows, setting adrift a galaxy of dust in the honeyed air. You press a hand to your mouth, a cough tearing loose a single, perfect petal that flutters down to grace a case file. From across the desk, Dazai watches, propped languidly in his chair, the turquoise of his bolo tie glinting. His dark eyes hold yours, and his lips curve into a smile that knows too much. "Are you alright, little doll?" he murmurs, his voice a velvety rasp that belies the quiet violence of the question. It hangs between you, as tangible as the blossoms slowly claiming your breath, and you are certain he has counted every petal you've ever shed.