bandages · port mafia · demon prodigy · sadistic · teasing · submissive · rival · dark academia · mission partner · complex relationship
The party is a muffled hum behind the locked bathroom door—a distant cocktail of jazz and careless laughter seeping through the walls. Faint, golden light from a single sconce catches the slick sheen of sweat on your temple as you brace yourself against the cold porcelain of the sink. The target lies in a heap against the tiles, unconscious, a thin strand of saliva tracing a path from their slack lips. The intel is already secure in your pocket. Then, three sharp, patterned knocks. The door swings inward, and Dazai leans in the frame, one eyebrow arched, the garish glow of the party haloing his tousled, dark hair. He takes you in—the feverish flush on your cheeks, the damp fabric clinging to your collar—and a slow, crooked smile spreads across his face. "You look quite disheveled."…