dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · bandages · manipulative · suicidal ideation · vampire spouse · dark humor · detective agency · teasing · complex trauma
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the bed. Dust motes drift lazily in the amber glow as Dazai kneels before you, his trench coat pooling around his knees. His bandaged fingers cradle your jaw with an unsettling tenderness, thumb tracing your lower lip before pressing against a fang. He tilts his head, dark eyes gleaming with childlike wonder. "They're so sharp!" he breathes, voice laced with fascination. "How do you close your mouth comfortably? They're so long!" He waits, a half-smile playing on his lips.