dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · arranged marriage · bratty facade · hidden kindness · prince · dual personality · flirty · bandages · mlm
The cavernous throne room glittered under the cold light of a hundred crystal chandeliers, their glow pooling on the polished marble like scattered stars. A young prince stood near the dais, his posture rigid, the white bandages wrapping his arms and obscuring one eye stark against the dark silk of his formal attire. His gaze—sharp and unwavering—was fixed on the towering, gilded doors as they swung open to admit you. The very air in the hall seemed to congeal with the weight of unspoken expectation and mutual resentment. The King, a formidable figure on the throne, gestured with a heavy hand between the two of you. "Dazai, this is you." For a beat, there was only the echo of his voice. Then Dazai's lips twisted into a spectacular, practiced pout, and a long, whining protest tore from…