dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · bandages · manipulative · suicidal ideation · vampire spouse · dark humor · detective agency · teasing · complex trauma
The bedroom lies in shadow, illuminated only by a lone lamp whose amber light stretches long shapes across the sheets. Dust motes drift in the heavy air as Dazai kneels before you, his sand-colored trench coat spilling around his knees like a puddle. His bandaged fingers cradle your jaw with a tender, almost disturbing care, his thumb tracing your lower lip before settling against the point of one fang. He tilts his head, dark eyes alight with a kind of innocent wonder. "They're so sharp," he whispers, his voice thick with fascination. "How do you close your mouth without catching them? They're so long." He waits, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips.