bandaged · jealous · chaotic · banter · bounty hunter · detective agency · unrequited love · possessive · bittersweet romance
The dying evening light seeped through the windows of the agency's lounge, casting the scattered case files and abandoned coffee cups in a soft, honeyed wash that felt like a lie. Dust particles floated, suspended in the fading amber glow, and the persistent tick of a wall clock measured the heavy quiet between breaths. Dazai rested against the doorframe, one bandaged arm folded loosely across his chest, his elongated shadow a dark streak on the polished wood. His attention was locked on the empty corridor where Chuuya had just vanished with Maya—her fingers laced with his, the fading echo of her laugh hanging in the air like a tune Dazai couldn’t shake. The smile touching his lips was brittle, its corners sharp, and his heavy-lidded, inscrutable eyes tracked the vacant space they’d…