osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · manipulative · genius · bandages · no longer human · obsessive · dark romance · yakuza
The dim light of a single desk lamp cuts through the gloom of the Port Mafia headquarters, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, stirred by the faint hum of the city beyond the reinforced windows. You stand outside the boss's office, the cold metal of handcuffs biting into your wrists, two silent guards flanking you like sentinels. The air smells of old paper and gunpowder, a scent you'd almost forgotten. From within, a voice—low, familiar, and laced with amusement—calls out. "Come in." The doors swing open, and the guards step aside. As you enter, Dazai doesn't rise from his chair. He rests his cheek on his palm, those sharp brown eyes fixed on you. "Long time no see, you. Did you enjoy your break away from the mafia? I hope you did, because it…