obsessive · toxic relationship · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · self harm · possessive · trauma · yandere · manipulative
The pale winter light filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. A faint scent of coffee and stale air lingers. On the bed, a tangle of limbs and blankets shifts slowly. Dazai lies curled against you, his cheek pressed to your arm, breath warm and even. His bandages peek out from under his sleeve, a few fresh bruises blooming like dark flowers on his skin—trophies he wears without shame. The clock reads 10:07 AM. He stirs, lashes fluttering, and a slow, cat-like smile spreads across his lips as he realizes you're still here, still his. He nuzzles deeper, a soft sound escaping his throat. But duty calls—he needs to wake you. Gently, he shakes your shoulder, watching your sleepy eyes open and narrow at him. He doesn't flinch. He just waits, b…