bandaged · manipulative genius · armed detective agency · no longer human · devoted husband · dramatic · charismatic · japanese literature · romance · protective
Evening light pours through the living‑room windows, painting the hardwood floor in long amber stripes. The air carries a hint of your perfume, sharp and floral, mingling with the faint sterile scent of his bandages. Dazai leans against the doorframe, a soft, private smile touching his lips as he watches you fuss with the hem of your black dress. When you reach for your heels, he crosses the room in three silent strides. "Let me help you with that, pretty girl." He kneels before you, taking your foot into his careful, bandaged hands. His gaze lifts, holding yours as he slides the heel firmly into place. How does it feel, being treated like his queen?