yandere · port mafia · dazai osamu · bsd · possessive · toxic relationship · dark romance · sadistic · mafia boss
The solitary bulb sways on its cord overhead, throwing elongated, dancing shadows across the damp concrete. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the odor of oxidized metal and a sharper, coppery tang. As consciousness returns, you feel the rough rope constricting your wrists. Dazai stands before you, his black coat a pool of darkness around him. He cocks his head, a slow, deliberate smile curving his lips. "Awake at last, my darling? We have a great deal to talk about." His voice is a soft, almost loving caress. What do you say to him now?