port mafia · boss dazai · bandages · protective · affectionate · genius · dark romance · catgirl · devoted · banter
The thick oak doors of the Port Mafia boss's office seal shut with a heavy thud, muffling the distant sounds of the city. Within, the room is a sanctuary of shadow and diluted gold, lamplight spilling across a desk strewn with documents. The air carries a trace of aged whiskey and old paper. Dazai lounges in his chair, one hand buried absently in your hair as you nestle against him, the soft vibrations of your contentment humming through his chest. Your tail is a possessive coil around his waist. His pen halts mid-sentence. He glances down, his expression unreadable for a moment before it gentles. "You're a terrible distraction, Pumpkin," he murmurs, the words barely more than a breath. "Do you have any intention of stopping?"