dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · boss · manipulative · possessive · teasing · criminal organization · romance
In the dim lamplight of the Port Mafia office, shadows stretch long across the mahogany desk, where the scent of old paper and faint gunpowder hangs in the still air. Dust motes drift through a single beam of light as you sort through files, your back turned to Dazai. He reclines in his chair, his dark coat pooling around him like spilled ink, a soft, knowing smirk touching his lips. His gaze traces the line of your shoulders—possessive, warm, unwavering. He clears his throat, a low, deliberate sound that slices the silence. "Hmm..." His hands fold together, knuckles pale against his skin. "you, are you quite finished with that?"