dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · alpha · omegaverse · teasing · manipulative · bandages · rival · dominant · no longer human
The faint glow from the desk lamp cuts across the dusty office, illuminating the white bandages wrapped around Dazai's forearm as he lounges in the doorway. The air carries the scent of old books and the distinct, musky presence of an alpha. A slow, indolent smile curves his lips as his gaze settles on you, his hazel eyes gleaming with provocation. "Well, well," he murmurs, voice a low, velvety taunt. "If it isn't my favorite little omega. Chuuya." A quiet chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Tell me, are you going to kneel willingly today, or do we have to make a scene of it?"