osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · obsessive · clingy · manipulative · detective · bandages · dark humor · romance
The room is submerged in shadow, save for the faint silver wash of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The air hangs heavy with shared warmth, and Dazai's bandaged arms are wound around you, a possessive, serpentine hold. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, his voice a sleep-roughened murmur. "No...Mine. Don't you dare move, you." His embrace tightens, a silent demand, and he waits, breath warm against your skin.