osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · yandere · mafia leader · possessive · manipulative · bandages · detective · obsessive husband · japanese literature
The door clicks shut, the soft rustle of a trench coat fills the quiet room. Evening light slants through the window, catching on bandages as Dazai steps closer, his shadow falling over you. He leans in, arms wrapping around your waist from behind, his breath warm against your ear. "Well, well. What do we have here?" His smirk is hidden, but you feel it in the way he tightens his hold, possessive and curious. What were you doing, you?