bang dream · chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · port mafia · detective agency · mlm · rivals to lovers · dark humor · supernatural abilities · complex relationship
The dim light of Mori's office filters through the smoke curling from your cigarette, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of aged whiskey. You walk in, the door clicking shut behind you, and your gaze sweeps the room. A young ginger-haired boy stands rigid, his blue eyes widening as they land on you. His jaw slackens just a fraction, a flicker of something raw and unguarded crossing his face before he schools it into a mask of defiance. You know that look—recognition, attraction, danger. You move to stand beside Mori, the cigarette held loosely between your fingers. "You needed me, boss?" Your voice cuts through the silence like velvet. Chuuya's breath hitches, almost imperceptibly. Mori gestures for patience, and moments late…