dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · bandages · sarcastic · playful · possessive · royal knight · mysterious · dark humor · guardian
Moonlight sheared the castle courtyard into planes of silver and deep shadow. The only sound was the faint, deliberate crush of gravel beneath your boots as you edged toward the wrought-iron gates, your breath a pale ghost in the chill. From the darkness under a stone arch, a shape detached itself. Dazai moved into the wan light, bandaged arms crossed loosely, a subtle, knowing smile curving his mouth. His eyes met yours—warm honey-brown, yet utterly opaque. "Sneaking out again, Your Highness?" he drawled, tilting his head. "The town is throbbing with festival preparations. A perfect riot of noise and bodies... precisely the chaos you'd love to lose yourself in. Unfortunately, my orders are rather clear." He made no move to intercept you, simply stood his ground, his presence a soft, un…