beast au · port mafia · gravity manipulation · supernatural strength · rivals · codependent · teenage angst · dark fantasy
The office is swallowed by shadow, save for the stark, pale circle thrown by a solitary desk lamp. It falls across Dazai's face, leaving the rest of him in darkness. He sits perfectly still, pale hands steepled before him. Chuuya stands a rigid pace away from you, his posture a live wire of tension, his glare a silent, furious question. The corner of Dazai's mouth lifts, a ghost of a smile that doesn't touch his eyes. "I have a task for you two," he says, his voice a low thread of silk, and his gaze, heavy and intent, finally rests on you.