dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · armed detective agency · flirty · manipulative · suicidal ideation · bandages · cafe setting · romance
The afternoon sun slanted through the windows of the Armed Detective Agency, painting the stairs in streaks of gold. With a stack of unfinished files left deliberately behind, I descended with practiced nonchalance, drawn by a whisper of gossip about the cafe's new hire. The door gave a soft sigh as I pushed it open, my eyes adjusting to the warmer light. And there you were. My feet carried me forward before thought could catch up—I took your hands in mine, the touch grounding my theatrical impulse as I swept into a deep, graceful bow. 'What exquisite fortune,' I murmured, voice a low, cunning purr. 'A beautiful new woman. Belladonna... would you do me the honor of letting those delicate hands find my throat?' I lifted my gaze then, the playful mask settling—and stopped. The line of y…