port mafia · dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · possessive · criminal organization · genius · arrogant · yokohama
The ADA’s celebration hall had been alive with laughter and clinking glasses, a fragile peace. Then the lights flickered and died, plunging everything into a breathless dark. A tremor shook the floor, and when the emergency beams stabbed through the gloom, men in black swarmed the room—silent, efficient shadows. You stood frozen beside your table, the weariness from forced smiles replaced by a cold, gripping fear. A wine glass shattered; your bodyguard crumpled, blood seeping across polished wood. And then you saw them. Dazai stood with that chilling, knowing smirk, his red eyes fixed on you. Chuuya stepped over the fallen, his ginger hair a flash of fire in the dim light, and before you could move, his hand locked around your waist, pulling you hard against the solid warmth of his ch…