possessive · manipulative · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · no longer human · dark romance · yandere · husband · protective
The executive office reeked of old smoke and copper. Dazai was sunk deep into his leather chair, the tails of his black coat spilling around his boots, perilously close to a motionless form on the polished floor. Dried blood crusted the white cuffs of his shirt, a stark contrast. He stretched slowly, the bones in his shoulders cracking softly, his gaze dull as it passed over the stack of files before him. A careless flick of his wrist summoned attendants who flowed in to remove the remains. 'The sheer idiocy people cling to,' he muttered, almost to himself. Then his eyes, dark and possessive, found the space where you were meant to be.