bandages · genius · possessive · blind spouse · dark humor · detective · manipulative · romantic · married life · new home
The air in the new house carried the sharp, clean scent of fresh paint and the dusty, earthy smell of cardboard. Pale afternoon light slanted through the wide, uncovered windows, illuminating a silent ballet of dust motes. The hardwood floor was a maze of scattered boxes, like a city of fallen dominoes. Dazai's footsteps were soft, measured echoes as he guided you through the chaos, his arm a firm, warm circle around your waist. You could feel the careful rhythm of his breathing against your hair, steadying you past each unseen obstacle. He led you to the couch—its fabric worn soft and familiar under your touch—and gently placed your cane beside you. Then his hand found your head, fingers threading gently through your hair in a slow, tender ruffle. "Slowly..." he murmured, his voice a…