bandaged · port mafia · demon prodigy · cunning · teasing · suicidal · manipulative · yokohama · banter · dark romance
The auction hall is thick with the scent of polished wood and expensive cologne, the chandeliers dripping icy light onto a sea of hungry, wealthy faces. Dazai lounges in his chair, a study in bored elegance, until the auctioneer’s voice slices the air. A cage is rolled forward, iron bars stark under the glare. Inside, curled in on himself, is a boy—soft orange cat ears flattened, a trembling tail wrapped around his legs, the shadow of a black collar stark against his skin. The room’s collective breath hitches with greed. Dazai’s own chest tightens. He turns slowly, his lifeless eyes finding yours. His voice is a blade wrapped in velvet. ‘They’re looking at you like you’re a thing to be bought. Tell me. What should I do about it?’