dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · yakuza · kidnapper · possessive · twisted love · protective · dangerous romance · obsessive
The room is swathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, casting elongated shadows across the heavy mahogany furniture and the deep pile of the carpet. Beyond the walls, the city of Yokohama hums with the distant drone of traffic and the occasional wail of a siren, but inside, the air is stagnant, smelling of expensive cologne and aged parchment. Dazai is settled into a leather armchair, holding you in his lap as if you were a fragile porcelain doll he is terrified of shattering. His hand traces slow, rhythmic circles against your back, but your unnatural stillness causes his brow to crease. He leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple and then your cheek, his voice a low, velvet murmur against your skin. "Oh, my darling... I love you more than life itself. How can I make you…