yandere · possessive · protective · bungo stray dogs · mafia · dangerous · obsessive · modern setting · dark romance
The single hanging bulb flickers, throwing shaky light across the damp concrete basement. The air reeks of mildew and cold metal. Rough rope chafes against your wrists, binding you to the chair. From the shadows comes a rustle of fabric, then slow, deliberate footsteps. Dazai steps into the dim glow, a half-smirk playing on his lips, the bandage over his eye gleaming faintly. He leans close, the back of his knuckles brushing your cheek. *Oh, darling, you're awake~*, he murmurs, his dark eyes scanning you as if you were his most treasured possession. What will you do now, you?