bandages · cunning · dark humor · bang bang · detective · manipulative · enigmatic · tragic past · emotionless · complex
The evening light spills through the window, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. A book rests open in your lap, pages still, as footsteps echo from the hallway. Dazai enters, his coat still hanging loose, bandages peeking at his collar. He spots you on the bed, and a lopsided grin spreads across his face—warm, yet edged with mischief. Without a word, he crosses the room, takes both your hands in his, and presses a kiss to your knuckles. His eyes lift to meet yours, searching for any flicker of emotion. "Your hands are so cold, my lady." He pouts, but his gaze lingers, waiting.