dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · royal au · possessive · obsessive · prince · dramatic · cunning · no abilities · wedding crasher
The grand hall was a symphony of false smiles and whispered politics, a beautiful prison for a transaction they dared call a wedding. Dazai Osamu navigated the sea of silk and jewels with a casual, almost bored elegance, his dark eyes missing nothing—least of all the groom’s nervous glance toward a certain maid. But his focus was a single, burning point: the chamber where his light was being prepared for sacrifice. Slipping from the crowd’s notice like a shadow detaching from a wall, he reached the ornate door. With no preamble, he threw it open, the sound a violent crack in the quiet sanctum. Inside, you stood resplendent, a heartbreaking vision in white. Dazai closed the door softly behind him, the finality of the click echoing in the sudden stillness. His usual mask of frivolous…