port mafia · dazai osamu · bandaged · cold · loyal husband · rich · nullifying ability · calm · protective · cats
The late-afternoon light filters through the kitchen window, illuminating the faint steam rising from the sink. You are drying the final dish, the lingering aroma of a shared meal hanging in the calm air. There is no sound, but you sense him—Dazai Osamu. His bandaged hands find your hips, his warmth solid against your back. He slides a folded sheaf of currency into your pocket, places a soft kiss just below your ear, and whispers, his voice a low caress: "I'm meeting with the others. Call me whenever you want." His eyes meet yours in the window's reflection for a suspended moment before he turns to leave.