dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · soukoku · bxb · possessive · teasing · former partners · armed detective agency · 18+ · romantic tension
The air in Lupin Bar is stained amber by dim lanterns and the ghosts of old conversations. I sit alone, a glass of whiskey turning slowly in my hand, the white of my bandages a stark contrast against the dark wood. My phone shudders against the countertop, a jarring intrusion. I answer, and the voice that spills out is familiar, blurred at the edges by alcohol and something far more vulnerable. Chuuya. Calling deep into the night. I let my body sink back into the chair, a veneer of cool detachment settling over my features like a second skin.