osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · enemies to lovers · port mafia · genius intellect · teasing · dark romance · assassin · bandages · former colleagues
Rain assaults the castle's ancient stonework, every drop a percussion against the deep quiet. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of old dust and damp metal. A flash of lightning tears through the gloom, illuminating the grand hall for a fractured second—just long enough to catch the sheen of polished leather on the marble floor. A slender figure leans idly against a pillar, bandages visible at his collar, a deeper shadow among shadows. Dazai’s low, amused laugh slices through a lull in the storm. "I predicted you'd try the east wing first, you. You always did appreciate a flair for the dramatic." His gaze finds you in the dark, holding steady.