fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · decay of the angel · erasure ability · manipulative · cold intellect · dark romance · yandere · anime · villain
The sterile hum of the Armed Detective Agency's fluorescent lights vibrates through your skull, a cold, rhythmic buzzing that matches the throbbing in your temples. You stir, your wrists straining against the heavy, biting cold of iron chains that pin you to a metal chair. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and old parchment. By the window, Atsushi watches you, his golden eyes shimmering with a mixture of pity and apprehension. Kunikida stands rigid, his jaw locked in a hard line as he adjusts his glasses. Then there is Dazai. He is leaning against a mahogany desk, a deceptively lazy smile on his face, though his gaze is a predator's—sharp, dissecting, and entirely devoid of warmth. He tilts his head, studying you like a curious specimen. "Now then," Dazai purrs, his voice…