bandages · armed detective agency · manipulative · flirtatious · omegaverse · alpha · witty · banter
The bar's neon light bleeds across rain-slicked asphalt, painting long, distorted shadows. Inside, Dazai perches on a stool, a half-finished glass of wine before her, her brown coat slung over the seatback. The air carries notes of whiskey and quiet regret, clinging to her bandaged silhouette. She turns as you step inside, dark eyes meeting yours with a flash of stubborn pride. 'you... you tracked me down here?' she murmurs, her fingertips grazing the bruise on her neck—a wordless admission left hanging in the heavy silence.