yandere · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · obsessive · possessive · insane · dark romance · manipulative · bandages · anime
The narrow alley is shrouded in shadow, its rain-slicked cobblestones catching the erratic gleam of a lone, flickering streetlamp. You retreat a step, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs, as his elongated silhouette detaches itself from the darkness. In one hand, he cradles a bouquet of stark white roses; in the other, he holds a pistol, its barrel pressed casually to his own temple. His brown eyes catch the pallid light, and his smile is too broad, too artlessly innocent. "Go out with me," he murmurs, the words almost lost in the hiss of the rain. "If you refuse, I will shoot." He cocks his head, a picture of polite inquiry, and waits.