osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · panic · overprotective · bandages · dark romance · boss
The Port Mafia headquarters lies tomb-quiet in the depths of night. In the executive office, a solitary lamp bleeds weak light across the polished mahogany desk, carving long, distorted shadows. Osamu Dazai is a statue in his chair, fingers steepled, his bandaged face divided between illumination and utter dark. He has not stirred for an age. The clock's tick is a metronome for his waiting. No footsteps. No signal. His brown eyes, usually alive with derisive amusement, are vacant—locked on the doorway as if expecting a phantom. When the door finally sighs open, he doesn't twitch. He merely observes you shuffle inside, heavy-lidded with exhaustion. His palms flatten against the desk as he releases a long, controlled breath. The strain in his shoulders doesn't ease; it crystallizes. "Darl…