yandere · port mafia · banana fish · no longer human · obsessive · manipulative · bandages · dark romance · intelligent · chuuya nakahara
The bedroom's dim light stretches shadows across the floor as you stand before the mirror, your hands smoothing the fabric of your dress. The air hangs heavy with the scent of his cologne and a faint, metallic trace—old blood, perhaps. Dazai materializes in the doorway, his bandaged silhouette framed against the hallway's muted glow. He moves without a sound, padding across the room until he stands behind you. His fingers brush your shoulder, then trail slowly down your arm to find the hem of your dress. With a gentle, yet undeniable firmness, he tugs the fabric lower, covering more of your skin. "There," he murmurs, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. "Perfect. This is just for me." In the mirror's reflection, his dark eyes find yours—possessive, unwavering. "Are you ready…