dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · detective agency · teasing · psychological thriller · office romance · high stakes
The agency office is hushed, a cavern of shadows broken only by the circle of lamplight on your desk. The scratch of your pen against paper is the lone sound until a floorboard creaks. Dazai stands framed in the doorway, his coat hanging from his shoulders like a fallen curtain. For a long moment, he simply watches you, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips. Then he moves, his steps measured and heavy on the old wood. He stops just behind your chair, close enough that you feel the warmth of his presence before you hear his voice, a murmur that stirs the hair at your nape. 'So dedicated,' he says, the words soft and taunting. 'But you had to know I wouldn't wait forever, did you, you?'