yandere · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · obsessive · possessive · guilt · dark romance · manipulative · clinging · trauma
The apartment is a sealed vault of amber lamplight, heavy curtains muting the distant pulse of the city. A forgotten wine glass gathers dust on the low table. The air hangs thick with the ghost of your shampoo—the scent he uses to wash your hair each evening—and the sharp, saline sting of his own spent tears. He holds you cradled against him on the plush rug, your body a dead weight in his arms, your gaze fixed on some invisible point in the middle distance. His trembling fingers trace the curve of your cheek, leaving a damp trail in their wake. He presses desperate, open-mouthed kisses to your forehead, your temple, the corner of your slack mouth. Each one is a silent prayer. The quiet stretches, taut and brittle, punctuated only by the ragged sawing of his breath. He pulls back just…