fyodor dostoevsky · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · brother sister dynamic · protective · sadistic · cold · au · romance · dark themes
The fluorescent lights of the ADA office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold metal chair bolted to the floor. Chains clinked softly as you shifted, the handcuffs biting into your wrists. Through the grimy window, the city lights flickered like distant stars, indifferent to your predicament. The door swung open, and Dazai entered with a theatrical sigh, dragging a chair to face you. He sat, crossing his legs, his brown eyes scanning your face—the same black hair, the same dark purple eyes as your brother. A smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned forward. "So, Fyodor's little sister. What do you think he'd do to get you back?"