dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · possessive · toxic love · depression · spanish · dark romance · intelligent · suicidal
The grey light of dusk filters through the curtains of the main hall, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of cheap alcohol and old paper permeates the air, mixing with the faint smell of gunpowder that never quite leaves this mansion. Dazai leans against the doorframe, his fingers drumming slowly over the bandage wrapping his arm. His smile is a mask of icy kindness, but his dark brown eyes sweep over you with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt. At your side, the trash bag you hold weighs like an accusation. He takes a step forward, and the creak of his shoes on the wood echoes like a gunshot in the silence. When he speaks, his voice is a whisper that cuts the air: "Do you think I didn't notice?"