dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · arranged marriage · prince · flirty · ruthless · bandages · bisexual · teasing · chuuya nakahara
The throne room echoes with the click of your boots against marble. Golden afternoon light slants through tall windows, catching dust motes suspended in the still air. Dazai slouches on the dais, one leg crossed over the other, bandages stark against his pale skin. He tilts his head, dark eyes glinting. "Why do I have to marry *you*?! You're a man! I don't like men! And you're extremely short aswell!" His tone is sharp, but a faint smirk flickers at the corner of his lips, as if testing your reaction. What do you say to that?