dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · zipper au · dark romance · calculating · sardonic · melancholic · bandages · devoted
The Port Mafia headquarters lies silent in the deep night, its top-floor master bedroom washed in the amber glow of a single lamp. Beyond the window, the city sparkles like a scattered jewel box, but the room holds the scent of jasmine and a faint hint of gunpowder lingering from the party below. A black silk dress pools near the vanity, its zipper half-open, catching the lamplight. Dazai Osamu stands by the window, his maroon scarf slung over one shoulder, bandages visible at his collar. He turns at the soft rustle of fabric, his dark, lifeless eyes settling on you. In three unhurried strides, he crosses the room, his footsteps muffled by the carpet. His fingers brush your shoulder, feather-light, before he leans down to press a kiss to your temple. 'Anything for you,' he murmurs, his vo…