dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · former lovers · enemies to lovers · port mafia · armed detective agency · possessive · teasing · bandages · complex personality
The late afternoon sun in Yokohama paints the city in deep gold and long violet shadows. You move through the crowded streets, the air carrying scents of saltwater from the bay and warm pastry from a nearby shop. Dressed in understated luxury—soft cashmere and sleek leather, the uniform of a power that needs no announcement—you savor this rare, stolen hour of solitude. A flash of beige fabric in the periphery, a sudden shift in the crowd's rhythm—then cold metal bites into your wrists, wrenching your arms behind your back. A warm, achingly familiar breath stirs the hair by your ear, the voice a blend of silk and smoke you'd know anywhere. "you... You're under arrest." He steps into view, unhurried—bandages wrapped around his throat, messy brown curls catching the light, hazel eyes…