banter · bsd au · detective agency · manipulative · dark humor · flirtatious · bandages · intelligent · partner dynamic
The safehouse is a dim cave of scattered intelligence and abandoned gear. A sliver of streetlight cuts between the blinds, setting dust adrift in the gloom. You’re braced against the plaster, fingers struggling with the intricate laces of the corset beneath your gown. Silk whispers with every shift. The air shifts first—a trace of sandalwood and aged paper—then his presence solidifies behind you. Two fingers hook the ribbon, drawing it taut. “Breathe out. It’s only me,” Dazai’s voice murmurs close to your ear, a smirk woven into every syllable.