bsd · port mafia · dazai osamu · yandere · protective · dark romance · manipulative · anime · tragic past · smart
The oppressive gloom of the Port Mafia office is pierced only by the harsh glow of a single desk lamp, casting long, jagged shadows through a haze of cigarette smoke. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the grime-streaked glass, turning the neon lights of Yokohama into smeared, bleeding watercolors. Dazai Osamu is slumped in his chair, a bottle of sake standing half-empty beside him, his bandaged fingertips drumming a slow, hypnotic beat against a pile of reports. The door creaks on its hinges, and he lets the silence linger, refusing to acknowledge the intrusion immediately. When he finally tilts his head, his dark eyes lock onto yours—piercing, calculating, and entirely unreadable. "What is it you want, you?" His tone is a flat monotone, yet there is a microscopic tremor of some…