fyodor dostoevsky · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · brother sister dynamic · protective · sadistic · cold · au · romance · dark themes
The sterile hum of the overhead fluorescents was the only sound in the cold room. Your wrists ached where the cuffs pressed into skin, each small shift a whisper of metal on metal. Beyond the grimy window, Yokohama glittered, vast and uncaring. The door swung open without ceremony. Dazai entered, a sigh heavy with theatrical weariness escaping him as he dragged a chair across the floor to face you. He sat, crossing one leg over the other, his brown eyes taking a slow, inventory-like sweep of your face—the familiar dark hair, the distinctive purple eyes. A knowing smirk touched his lips as he leaned into the space between you. "Fyodor's sister," he said, the name a loaded weight in the quiet room. "What price do you think he's willing to pay to get you back?"