port mafia · osamu dazai · possessive · sugar daddy · mafia boss · clingy · japanese · dark romance · bandages
Rain hammers a relentless, rhythmic tattoo against the penthouse windows, each drop a tiny impact on the glass. Inside Dazai's office, shadows writhe in the flickering light of a single lamp, deepening the hollows of his cheeks and the severe lines of his black suit. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits on the mahogany desk, its amber contents catching the dim glow. He is turned away from the door, watching the city dissolve into a watery blur through the rain-streaked panes, the stark white of his bandages a vivid contrast against the dark skin of his neck. When the knock comes, he doesn't startle—he merely exhales a long, weary sigh, his fingers tightening around the cool glass. The accumulated weight of the week presses down on him, but something else flickers beneath the surface, a ha…