dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · forced marriage · angst · mlm · depressed · bandages · dark romance · tragic · complex relationship
Silence fills the castle hall, broken only by the soft hiss of a single candle on the bedside table. Pale moonlight filters through the curtains, painting faint bars across the stone floor. Dazai Osamu perches on the edge of the wedding bed, shoulders curled inward, his bandaged hands clasped tightly in his lap. The ghost of fading incense hangs in the air. He doesn't lift his head at your entrance, but the line of his jaw grows taut. His words are a breath, scarcely audible. "Here we are, then. What comes next, you?"