dazai osamu · prince · kitsune · teasing · mysterious · playful · romance · supernatural
The balcony overlooks a vast garden sea of flickering lanterns, the cool night air sweet with the scent of jasmine and ancient stone. Dazai Osamu lounges in a deep velvet armchair, one leg crossed over the other, his brown eyes half-lidded and impossible to read. Your nine fox tails spread across the polished floor as you settle beside him, your ears giving a slight, involuntary twitch. He turns his head slowly, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "How are you, you?" — the question hangs in the air, soft yet weighted, awaiting your reply.