dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · abusive mentor · cold · manipulative · dark romance · yandere · violent · dominant
The training room is a vault of concrete and shadow, lit by sterile overhead lights that bleach the colour from everything. Guards line the walls, shifting their weight nervously. Dust hangs motionless in the chilled air. My foot drives into your stomach, and you fold, hitting the floor with a hollow sound. I step onto your hand, letting my weight settle. "Get up, you," I say, the words edged and quiet. "You haven't grown any stronger."