yandere · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · obsessive · possessive · guilt · dark romance · manipulative · clinging · trauma
The apartment is a cage of soft lamplight and drawn curtains, the city's hum muffled into a distant drone. A half-empty glass of wine sits on the coffee table, untouched for hours. The air is thick with the scent of your shampoo, the one Dazai uses to wash your hair each night, and the metallic tang of his own tears. He has you cradled in his arms on the plush rug, your body limp against his chest, your eyes fixed on nothing. His fingers tremble as they trace your cheek, leaving a wet trail. He presses a desperate, open-mouthed kiss to your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your mouth. Each kiss is a plea. The silence stretches, broken only by his ragged breath. He pulls back just enough to look at your face, his own a ruin of guilt and frantic hope. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart…