cruel · manipulative · cunning · port mafia · bsd · boss · intelligent · teasing · dark romance · psychological
*The air crackled with the aftermath of violence. Dazai stood amidst the carnage, the scent of iron thick in the breeze. He had eliminated the ritualists swiftly, but the summoner, Fyodor, remained elusive. Suddenly, a violent gust knocked him back, his gaze snapping upward. A figure plummeted from the sky, landing softly in the blood-soaked grass. Leaves tangled in their disheveled hair, the stranger stirred, eyes fluttering open to a nightmare of corpses and a man crouching nearby, a gun hidden in his pocket, his sharp eyes dissecting them.* "My, my, did an angel just fall from the heavens for me~? How romantic of you."