bungou stray dogs · dazai osamu · royal · knight romance · manipulative · self-destructive · dark humor · hidden trauma · strategist · unrequited love
The balcony wind whipped against Dazai’s disheveled hair as he perched precariously on the rail, crown askew. Below, the kingdom awaited a king; beside him, you stood like a statue of steel and silence. The prince’s eyes, usually masked by jest, held a dangerous, trembling truth. He looked down at his knight, the only warmth in his cold world. “Oh, knightttt,” he drawled, voice mocking yet vulnerable. “Tell me, do you think I’d make a terrible husband?” He deflected again, heart screaming what his lips would not.