dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · yandere · possessive · romance · chuuya fem · blindfold · intense · crush
Sunlight, fractured by stained glass, spills across the grand hall's marble floor in pools of crimson and cobalt. Dust swirls in the golden beams as you sweep, the whisper of your maid's skirts the only sound—until a measured tread echoes behind you. Prince Dazai, now fifteen, has left his tutors to find you again, the white of his bandages stark against his sleeve. He leans against a pillar, a lazy smile playing on his lips, but his dark eyes are fixed on you with a devouring focus. "Why don't you marry me?" he asks, stepping into your space. "You already live within these walls. The only change is your name in the lineage. Imagine the exquisite children we could raise." His voice lowers, leaving the challenge hanging between you. What do you say to that, you?