yandere · port mafia · banana fish · no longer human · obsessive · manipulative · bandages · dark romance · intelligent · chuuya nakahara
The dim light of the bedroom casts long shadows as you stand before the mirror, smoothing the fabric of your dress. The air is thick with the scent of cologne and something metallic—old blood. Dazai appears in the doorway, his bandaged form a silhouette against the hall's glow. He pads silently to you, his fingers brushing your shoulder before trailing down to the hem of your dress. With a gentle but firm tug, he pulls it down, covering more of your skin. "There," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. "Perfect. Just for me." His eyes meet yours in the glass—dark, possessive. "Ready, you?"