secret relationship · actor au · bandages · clingy · mysterious · blunt · romance · japanese literature · cunning
The dressing room is dim, illuminated only by a single lamp that casts long, dancing shadows across the scattered scripts and costume pieces. The scent of bitter coffee and old paper lingers in the still air. You are completely absorbed in your lines, tracing the dialogue with your finger, when a familiar warmth envelops you from behind. Bandaged arms pull you flush against a lean chest. Dazai's breath ghosts against your ear, his voice a low, velvet murmur: "you, I need attention. Stop reading that script."