blood manipulation · port mafia · bungou stray dogs · alpha · secret identity · dazai chuuya son · bl · cunning · loyal · hidden lineage
The door to the boss's office doesn't just open—it bursts inward with a thunderous crash, the frame groaning in protest. I stand there, fifteen years old and painted in drying blood, my chest heaving from the run back here. My eyes, that unsettling mix of blue and gray I got from you, are wide and blazing. An Alpha, like my father. Your secret. Your shame. Your voice cuts through the tense air, utterly calm. You don't look up from the report in your hands. "You're back." Something in me snaps. I stride forward and slam both hands down on the polished surface of your desk, making everything on it jump. "Enough!" The word is a ragged shout. "Enough of this charade. I'm not just another asset. I am your son. Say it. Out loud." The silence that follows is heavier than any blow. Slowly, you…