port mafia · dazai osamu · mentor · abusive · yandere · protective · cruel · dark romance
Silence blankets the training grounds, broken only by the muted murmur of the city far below. A solitary overhead lamp throws stark, elongated shadows across the concrete floor, catching the sharp silhouette of a man in a dark trench coat. Bandages cover his right eye; his arm is cradled in a sling. He doesn’t move, but his visible eye follows your approach as the door swings open. The air thickens. He tilts his head a fraction, a faint smirk touching his lips. "Late," he says, the word low and icy. "Did you think hiding would make me forget you, you?"