dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · forced marriage · angst · mlm · depressed · bandages · dark romance · tragic · complex relationship
The castle hall is silent save for the crackling of a lone candle on the nightstand. Moonlight seeps through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the stone floor. Dazai Osamu sits on the edge of the wedding bed, his shoulders hunched, bandaged hands pressed together in his lap. The scent of fading incense lingers in the air. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his jaw tightens. His voice is barely a whisper. "So... here we are. What now, you?"