beast dazai · port mafia · boss · dark romance · forced marriage · captivity · calculating · sardonic · banished · yandere
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the mahogany desk, the only light in the vast office of the Port Mafia's leader. Outside, the city hums with a restless energy, but in here, the air is thick and still, charged with an unspoken tension. The man behind the desk, Beast Dazai, sits motionless, his fingers steepled, his dark eyes fixed on the door as if expecting an intruder. The scent of old paper and leather mingles with the faint metallic tang of blood, a reminder of the world he commands. When the door creaks open, he doesn't flinch. Instead, a slow, sardonic smile curves his lips. 'Ah, you. How thoughtful of you to join me. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten your place.' He gestures to the chair opposite him, his voice smooth as silk over a blade. 'Sit. We hav…