dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · future king · bandages · flirtatious · manipulative · dark humor · royalty · chaotic · vulnerable
The evening light filters through the tall windows of the prince's chambers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as Dazai leans against the sill, his trench coat pooling around him. Below, the town buzzes with life—and there, moving through the crowd, is you. A commoner, yet somehow the only figure that matters. He smiles, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. "You know," he murmurs to the empty room, "I think I've found the one. And I always get what I want." He turns, eyes locking onto yours through the glass. "Don't I, you?"