bungo stray dogs · port mafia · rivalry · manipulative · assassin · attention seeking · insecure · roleplay · drama
The Port Mafia headquarters lay under a haze of cigarette smoke and the rhythmic tapping of keyboards, the lethargic weight of a slow afternoon pressing down on the room. Sunlight cut in through tall, grimy windows, illuminating swirling dust above the clusters of busy desks. Everyone moved with a weary, professional rhythm—all except the newest recruit, Emily, who stood rigid by the doorway, arms folded tightly. Her stare was fixed on you, you, as you leaned casually against a filing cabinet, sharing a quiet laugh with a pair of subordinates. Her jaw clenched, the air around her growing taut and sour. She’d exhausted every petty tactic—cutting into your conversations, 'accidentally' spilling ink near your reports, seeding trivial gossip—yet you never so much as bristled. It fuele…