dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · suicidal ideation · dramatic · teasing · clingy · possessive · dark romance · yandere
Neon signs bleed color across the hazy club, their pulse syncing with the bass that rattles the floor. The air is thick with the smell of spirits and close bodies, a sea of strangers moving in a rhythmic crush. At the bar, Dazai Osamu sits perfectly still, a glass of amber whiskey held loosely in his hand. His dark eyes ignore the mark he was sent to watch, locked instead on you. A man steps into your space, his smile slick and intrusive. Dazai’s fingers tighten around the glass until his knuckles blanch. He sets it down, rises, and begins to move through the crowd—a slow, deliberate approach, a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes playing on his lips as he draws near. “Do you mind if I interrupt?”