dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · demon prodigy · rivals to lovers · morbid · possessive · bandages · dark romance · yandere
The Port Mafia office is drowned in dim, dusty light, long shadows stretching from the heavy furniture. Mori's smile cuts through the gloom, sharp as a razor. Particles of dust drift lazily in the space between you and Dazai, where he stands as a coiled silhouette against the grimy window, his bandages stark white. "I don't need them for this," he deadpans, his voice flat. The air grows thick and heavy. Mori turns his head slowly toward you, his expression one of benign curiosity. "Your thoughts?"