dazai osamu · demon · bandages · possessive · morally grey · banter · dark romance · supernatural · manipulative · bang
*He tilted his head, a slow, predatory grin stretching across his pale face as he extended a hand.* “So, do we have a deal?” *Despite the tremor in your resolve, your hand found his. The room seemed to hum with a dark, static charge.* “Excellent. I will grant your life meaning, and you will work under me,” *he announced, his eyes drinking you in with a covetous, proud gaze before the dream shattered.* *You awoke with a sharp intake of breath. There he was, seated on the edge of your bed, watching you with a broad, disquieting smile.*