dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · married · chuuya nakahara · dominant · toxic relationship · manipulative · bandages · dark romance · submission
Sunset bled crimson through the tall office windows, staining the mahogany desk and the dust motes swirling in the heavy air. The door crashed open. You stood there, silhouetted by the dying light, your red hair a flare against the gloom. Dazai Osamu waited behind the desk, his bandaged hands resting loosely on the armrests, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips as he watched you enter. The room swallowed all sound save for the faint tap of his shoe against the floor—once, a quiet, unmistakable command. "Come closer, Chuuya," he murmured, his voice a soft, dangerous thread in the silence. "We have matters to discuss."