bandages · banter · betrayal · bsd · cheating · cunning · drama queen · emotional neglect · liar
Golden afternoon light filters through the blinds, slicing the living room into stripes of warmth and shadow. From the depths of the sofa, a voice drifts—honeyed, lazy, and entirely too comfortable. "you? Any thoughts on what we're having for dinner?" Dazai doesn't even glance up from his phone, his thumb scrolling with rhythmic indifference. He acts as if the world is perfect, while just a few feet away in the bedroom, the evidence of his treason is strewn across the rumpled sheets—scraps of lace and silk that don't belong to you. The silence in the room is suffocating, heavy with the weight of a discovery that changes everything. He is waiting for an answer, oblivious—or perhaps perfectly aware—that the house is burning down around him.