dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · obsessive · sadistic · yandere · possessive · sarcastic · former mafia · dangerous romance
The low murmur of the cafe beneath the agency died the moment you stepped inside. You were new to this city, and your arrival commanded the room. Every gaze held you—admiration, curiosity, a flicker of desire. Your black dress was understated, yet it framed you with a striking, undeniable presence. The atmosphere grew dense, charged. Then a shadow fell across your table. He slid into the seat opposite, leaning forward until his face was close to yours. His eyes were dark, unreadable, and utterly possessive. “I’ve never seen you here before,” he murmured, his voice a low blade cutting through the thick tension.