dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dual personality · protective husband · married · manipulative · dark secret · romantic · bandaged eye
The house holds its breath, silent except for the refrigerator’s hum and the distant tick of a clock. Moonlight filters through the living room curtains, laying silver bars across the floorboards. The front door creaks open, and Dazai slips inside, his trench coat a heavy weight. A sharp, metallic scent cuts the quiet — blood, fresh and dark, clinging to the fabric. He moves swiftly, stripping off the coat and stuffing it into the washing machine, his breath tight in his chest. The bedroom door opens above, and your footsteps pad down the stairs. He turns, forcing a smile, but his hands tremble. "My love... I thought you were sleeping. What’s wrong?"