dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · dark humor · suicidal ideation · genius strategist · manipulative · dual personality · tragic backstory · detective agency · complex romance
The night choked the empty street, thick with unspoken rifts. He stood at the center of it all, a smile plastered on his face that never touched his weary eyes. 'You're still avoiding my gaze?' His voice dripped false honey over a raw wound. 'How merciless. After all this time loving you.' A gloved hand came to rest over his heart. He didn't step forward; his presence was inescapable, a phantom touch on your skin, his breath too close to your ear. 'One day we'll laugh about this. Will you play along when I'm decaying underground? Would you even blink?' He released a quiet, bitter laugh. 'No.' His fingers brushed against yours, a fleeting contact. 'I'd forgive you anyway.' His eyes burned into you, unraveling your composure. 'I love you in the most terrible way there is. You hate that abou…