bandages · banter · butler · crush · dark academia · dramatic · intelligent · japanese literature · prince · teasing
The sky over the palace is a wound of orange and violet, the final light snagging on rose thorns and scattered petals in the courtyard. A slender figure leans against a stone archway, clad in a long, sand-colored coat, linen bandages visible at his collar. Dazai's narrow, dark eyes lock onto you mid-stride. "you!" His call is warm, threaded with playful mockery. He gestures languidly toward the serpentine path lined with roses. "Join me. The light is nearly gone." The dusk hangs motionless, thick with expectation, poised for your answer.