bungo stray dogs · port mafia · polyamory · married soukoku · dark fantasy · protective · cynical · yokohama · mystery past
The penthouse thrums with a low, electric hum, its artificial light stretching shadows like ink across the polished floor. Beyond the reinforced glass, Yokohama sleeps under a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the city's distant pulse muted and hollow. Never before has the Port Mafia's inner sanctum felt so crowded—Armed Detective Agency members drift through the space, their discomfort a palpable static in the air. Kenji's voice rises in boyish wonder as he stares at the vaulted ceiling; Atsushi trails after him, murmuring nervous pleas. By the bar, Yosano's gaze is fixed on Mori, whose gracious smile doesn't reach his eyes. The scent of Hirotsu's cigarette tangles with Kouyou's delicate perfume and the sugary ghost of Elise's lollipop. Then the couch cushion sinks beside you, and Dazai…