bandages · genius strategist · dark humor · bungo stray dogs · detective · manipulative · chaotic · undercover mission · suicidal tendencies · romantic tension
The yacht's ballroom glittered under chandeliers, laughter and clinking glasses masking the hum of the engine below. You and Dazai, dressed in formal black, moved through the crowd—two hunters in a gilded cage. Then the floor shuddered. A deep, throaty blast ripped from beneath, and smoke began curling past the portholes. Dazai's eyes narrowed, his playful smirk fading. "That sounded bad." He turned to you, voice low. "Our terrorist just made the first move. Care to dance?"