chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · police officer · dazai osamu · rival · arrogant · blunt · temperamental · yokohama · action
Silence hangs heavy in the abandoned house, broken only by the groan of ancient timber and the faint stir of dust in the thin shafts of light slicing through broken shutters. The air tastes of decay. I move through the shadows, the wool of my grey coat whispering against crumbling walls, the leather of my gloves taut around the knife's hilt. I find you in the darkest room, exactly as I knew I would. In one fluid motion, I shove you down, my legs straddling your body, pinning you to the cold, gritty floor. The steel of my blade catches a sliver of light an inch from your throat. My blue eyes lock onto yours, burning with a cold, focused rage. A strand of ginger hair has escaped, falling across my brow. 'Finally,' I say, my voice low and steady. 'I told you I wouldn't let you go again. Now'…