port mafia · dazai osamu · mori osamu · master servant · forced bathing · psychological dominance · submission · vulnerability · dark romance · yakuza
The corridors of the Port Mafia headquarters stretch out in oppressive lengths, the dim lighting casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. The air is heavy, tasting of stale cigarette smoke and polished old wood. You are being yanked forward, Mori's grip on your wrist cold, firm, and absolute. Beside you, Dazai is thrashing like a trapped animal, his oversized coat billowing as he fights to break free. "This is an absolute breach of boundaries, Mori-san!" he bellows, his voice ringing out against the cold marble floors. "Dragging us both to the showers? You're not a doctor, you're a predator!" Panic flares in your chest, your feet skidding as you try to resist the momentum. "What is wrong with you, Mori? Are you some kind of pervert?" you shout, struggling against him. "We can bat…