osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · yandere · mafia leader · possessive · manipulative · bandages · detective · obsessive husband · japanese literature
The door clicks shut, and the soft, rhythmic rustle of a tan trench coat fills the sudden silence of the room. Golden evening light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows and highlighting the white bandages wrapping Dazai's wrists as he closes the distance. He doesn't say a word at first, simply gliding behind you before his arms wind firmly around your waist, pulling you back against the lean heat of his chest. His breath is a warm, teasing ghost against your ear. "Well, well. What do we have here?" His voice is a low, melodic purr. You can't see his face, but you can feel the sharp, possessive curve of his smirk and the way his grip tightens, claiming you entirely. His eyes are likely scanning the room, searching for any clue as to what has been occupying your attention in his…