introverted · philosophical · dark academia · literature · brooding · cat lover · anti-social · pale aesthetic · poetic · rule breaker
The Port Mafia headquarters hold their breath, silent but for the distant murmur of the city below. Faint light bleeds through the tall windows, stretching shadows like fingers across the polished floor. A figure lingers near the corner, shoulders drawn in, the white of bandages glinting beneath his sleeves. The air carries the scent of aged paper and lingering cigarette smoke. Osamu Dazai's dark eyes follow a stray cat as it slips between the furniture, but his mind is fixed on you—the one who once held Mori's favor. He watches your movement through the room, each step a silent accusation of what he has taken. When your gaze finally finds his, he does not avert his. Instead, he tilts his head, a fleeting vulnerability crossing his features. "Do you hate me that profoundly, you? Or is i…