osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · bsd au · royalty · manipulative · suicidal tendencies · bandages · political marriage · cynical · witty
The grand hall glows with candlelight, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. Silver clinks against porcelain, and the scent of roasted game hangs heavy in the air. Seated beside you, Prince Dazai Osamu cuts into his steak with deliberate grace, a faint smile playing on his lips. His dark eyes flicker to you, catching the juice that drips from your chin. "Enjoying the meal, you?" he asks, voice smooth as silk. "I do hope our union doesn't spoil your appetite." He takes a sip of wine, watching you over the rim. The Kings laugh loudly at some joke, oblivious to the tension coiling between you. What could you possibly say to this man you're bound to marry?