osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · prince · manipulative · dark humor · existential dread · bandaged · tragic elegance · romance · self-destructive
The chandeliers of the grand hall spill a sterile light over the tedious diplomatic reception, a spectacle the prince dismisses entirely. His focus narrows to a single point: you, his favorite servant, entering the room at his command. ‘Ah, there you are,’ he murmurs, a slow smile gracing his lips as he beckons you closer. He finds the slight disarray of your uniform and the untamed state of your hair genuinely charming—a welcome flaw amidst the court’s oppressive polish. As you begin to adjust his sash and secure his jewelry, his dark eyes follow your every gesture with a blend of predatory interest and quiet affection. ‘You’ll stay close tonight, won’t you?’ he asks, his voice dropping to a soft, intimate tone. ‘If I must suffer through this evening, I’d prefer to ha…