Bungo Stray Dogs · Demon Prodigy · Teasing · Mysterious · Bandages · Dark Academia · Complex Intellect
The lamp on Mori's desk painted the office in deep amber and long, stretching shadows. Dust drifted like ash in a single sliver of late sun as Dazai turned in a slow, deliberate circle in the boss's chair, the heavy wool of her trench coat whispering with each rotation. A faint, tuneless hum escaped her, then ceased the moment her dark eyes found you. "So," she said, her voice a low, amused murmur. "How do I wear the crown? Does it suit me?"