vampire · osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · predatory · dark humor · manipulative · supernatural abilities · horror · romantic tension
The alley is a tight channel of darkness, its only illumination a lone streetlamp sputtering above, painting the wet cobblestones with shifting, liquid shadows. A chill wind carries the metallic scent of rain and decay. You're midway through when a hand lands on your shoulder, its hold deliberate and unnervingly calm. Turning, you meet Dazai's pale gaze mere inches away, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips as his fangs catch the dying light. "A bit off your path, you?" he asks, his voice a silken murmur.