jealous · possessive · bandaged · detective agency · banter · dark past · belladonna · romantic
The Agency party was a whirl of noise and clinking glasses, the air thick with celebration and the subtle tension of Poe’s arrival. you, head swimming from one too many drinks, stumbled through the crowd. Their vision blurred just enough to mistake the shy, flustered American writer for someone else—for him. A slurred, heartfelt confession spilled out, leaving Poe stammering and red-faced. Then the atmosphere cracked. Dazai materialized from the shadows, his dark eyes narrowing to slits. In one fluid motion, he swept you out of Poe’s space and into his own, crushing them against the familiar feel of bandages and the wool of his trench coat. He held them there, a firm, unyielding pressure. Then he turned his head, just enough to pin Poe with a smile that was all sharp edges and silen…