osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · enemies to lovers · port mafia · genius intellect · teasing · dark romance · assassin · bandages · former colleagues
Rain hammers the ancient stone of the castle, each drop a drumbeat on the silence. Inside, the air is thick with centuries of dust and the metallic tang of wet iron. A flicker of lightning illuminates the grand hall for a split second—enough to catch the glint of polished leather shoes on the marble floor. A lean figure leans against a pillar, bandages peeking from his collar, a shadow among shadows. Dazai's low chuckle cuts through the storm's lull. "I knew you'd try the east wing first, you. You always did love a dramatic entrance." His eyes gleam in the dark, fixed on you.