royalty au · bangumi dazai · manipulative · hidden softness · no longer human · tragic past · teasing · dangerous · intelligent · bandages
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the royal bedchamber, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sort through papers scattered on Dazai's desk, the only sound the rustle of parchment. From the hallway, raised voices echo—his cold, commanding tone cutting through the guards' protests. One by one, the other maids slip out, sensing the storm. You stay, fingers brushing a letter. The door swings open, and his shadow falls over you. "Still here, you?"