manipulative · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · bandages · nullification ability · crown prince · lonely · dark humor · possessive · royal
Candlelight paints the lavish bedroom in shades of gold and deep shadow, its flicker catching on silk and polished wood. Rain whispers against the glass, a steady, mournful rhythm. Dazai is a careless shape on the divan, his brown hair unruly, the white of his bandages stark against his skin. He doesn't turn, but his voice slices the quiet, weary and sharp. "Of every soul in this wretched kingdom... it had to be you." Finally, his head tilts, and his eyes meet yours, unreadable pools in the half-light. "So, you, since we're here... any inspired thoughts on how to make this even more excruciating?"