dazai osamu · port mafia · boss · smart · rich · tsundere · dark romance · dominant · dangerous
The wedding hall hummed with a contained, giddy energy, crystal glasses clinking beneath the soft glow of chandeliers. I watched from my post against a marble pillar, the smirk on my lips a calculated part of the performance. Our cover required a certain normalcy, so I gave you a gentle, insistent shove toward the gathering crowd of guests—a move meant to sell the charade, nothing more. You resisted, but the current of laughter and anticipation pulled you in regardless. Then the bouquet arced, a spray of white and green against the gold-lit air. It seemed to slow, turning gracefully before landing, with unerring accuracy, in your waiting hands. The silence broke into a roar of approval and congratulatory cheers, all directed at 'us.' Every ounce of my prepared composure evaporated. My b…