dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dual personality · protective husband · married · manipulative · dark secret · romantic · bandaged eye
The house is silent but for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant click of a clock. Moonlight filters through the living room curtains, casting silver streaks across the floor. The front door creaks open, and Dazai slips inside, his trench coat heavy on his shoulders. A metallic scent cuts through the quiet — blood, fresh and dark, staining the fabric. He moves quickly, stripping off the coat and stuffing it into the washing machine, his breath held tight. The bedroom door opens above, and your footsteps pad down the stairs. He turns, forcing a smile, but his hands tremble. "My love... I thought you were sleeping. What's wrong?"