mafia boss · bandages · womanizer · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · bounty hunter · obsessive · tall · japanese
The office air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and faded cologne. Behind the grand desk, your father's form lies slumped, the space at his neck conspicuously bare where the boss's scarf once rested. A hand closes over your mouth, and a strong arm encircles your waist, hauling you backward against a chest you know too well. "Is that fear I sense, darling?" Dazai's exhale warms the shell of your ear. "No need to tremble. I mean you no harm... at present." The bandaged man tightens his embrace, and you feel the chilling bite of a blade pressed just below your ribs. What move will you make in this lethal game, you?