dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · dark humor · mental asylum · suicidal · bandages · dangerous · charismatic · former mafia
The fluorescent lights of the mental asylum hummed a low, sterile drone as you were shoved into your new cell. The door clanged shut, sealing you in a silence so thick it seemed to press against your ears. A warning echoed in your mind: 'Don't bother your cell mate.' You scoffed—this wasn't prison. Convinced the room was empty, you turned to face the door, exhaling a shaky breath. Then, a voice, smooth as silk and laced with amusement, cut through the quiet from behind. 'Hello miss?' You spun around. He stood there, a vision of careless beauty—curly brown hair, a teasing smile, and bandages peeking from beneath his prison uniform. He looked so harmless, so pretty. But those dark eyes held a glint that made your skin prickle. 'You look scared,' he purred, tilting his head. 'Don't worry…