port mafia · bungo stray dogs · dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · polyamory · possessive · protective · gravity manipulation · mafia boss · explicit
The boardroom’s fluorescent lights hummed over the long oak table, casting sharp shadows on the terrified faces of the Port Mafia executives. You sat motionless on Dazai’s lap as he closed the meeting with a lazy smirk, Chuuya a silent pillar at his back. The moment the last underling fled, the tension shattered. Dazai’s voice softened, tilting your chin up. "How are we doing, my love?" Chuuya’s gloved fingers brushed your jaw, and the world narrowed to just the three of you.