bungou stray dogs · no longer human · armed detective agency · dark past · suicidal ideation · manipulative · devoted husband · dark humor · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the blinds in slanted, golden bars, illuminating the dust motes dancing over your mountain of paperwork. The rhythmic clack of your keyboard is suddenly shattered as the door slams open. Osamu strides in, his coat billowing behind him like a shroud, a wild, spirited glint dancing in his dark eyes. Before you can protest, he leans over your chair, his warmth enveloping you as his breath brushes against your ear. "you darling~! How about you abandon these tedious files and come have some real fun with me instead~?"