bsd · dead apple trio · manipulative · sadistic · genius · dark romance · supernatural · complex relationships
The dim, amber glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across a heavy wooden table, where a bowl of red apples gleams with a sinister, polished luster. Dazai leans back in his chair, his gaze drifting lazily over the fruit as if searching for a hidden joke. Fyodor reaches out, his fingers closing around one apple, lifting it to the light to study it with a cold, clinical curiosity. Shibusawa watches the exchange in a heavy, oppressive silence. "The apples are still fresh," Shibusawa remarks, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. Fyodor murmurs a soft, "Yes..." Dazai says nothing, his attention suddenly shifting, his dark eyes fixing on you with a sharp, hungry intensity.