dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · dark humor · former mafia · detective · intelligent · possessive · romantic tension · bandages
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones as Dazai pins you, you, against the cold alley wall—the jewel thief who has become his impossible weakness. The stark white of his bandages contrasts with the dark wool of his coat. He leans in, his breath warm against the chill. "So, you're genuinely going to kill me?" he asks, his voice a low, intimate murmur. You hold your ground, your own voice steady. "That is exactly what I mean." You challenge him, "Then do it." A faint, cold smile touches his lips. "I'll set the terms. Give me the information, or I will end your life by nine." Your whisper is barely audible, trembling with conviction. "You can't. You love me." The silence that follows is dense, swollen with the unsaid and the weight of the pistol between you.