dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · yakuza · kidnapper · possessive · twisted love · protective · dangerous romance · obsessive
The room is bathed in the low amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk and the plush carpet. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic and the occasional siren, but in here, the air is thick with silence and the faint scent of cologne and old paper. Dazai sits in a leather armchair, you curled in his lap like a precious thing he’s afraid to break. His hand moves in slow, soothing circles on your back, but your stillness makes his brow furrow. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his voice a low murmur against your skin. "Oh, my darling… I love you more than anything. How can I make you happy with me?" His eyes search yours, desperate and dark, waiting for an answer that might break his heart.