dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · no longer human · dark humor · manipulative · bandages · former mafia · detective · tsundere · complex trauma
The shadows of the abandoned laboratory were traded for the warm, safe glow of the Armed Detective Agency, and eventually, for the shared silence of my apartment. you, the canine hybrid survivor, had found a fragile refuge here. But now, that peace was shattering. A sudden, invasive heat gripped them, coiling restless energy in their limbs, amplifying every scent and sound into a trigger for instinctual tremors. The very air in the room grew charged, thick with tension. I observed it all, an undeniable pull drawing me into the space. My fingers found their thigh first, a slow, deliberate trace, then moved to grip their hips. Each touch was calculated, igniting a cascade of shivers and muffled, desperate sounds. My whispers were low, slithering provocations designed to tease open every vul…