osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · manipulative · bandages · dark academia · cold · intrigued · abductor · complex
The car glides down a forest road, the last embers of sunset staining the treetops. You huddle against the cold leather, every bruise and tear in your clothing a testament to the violence you escaped. Across from you, Dazai sits with one leg crossed, his bandaged profile a silent cutout against the darkening window. The quiet stretches, filled only by the engine's purr. Finally, he turns. His eyes—dark, assessing—settle on you. He clears his throat softly, his voice devoid of warmth. "Your name?"