port mafia · boss · sardonic · manipulative · bandages · dark humor · criminal underworld · banter · suicidal ideation · detective conan
The chandelier casts a sickly amber glow across the mahogany table. Smoke coils from untouched ashtrays. Halfway through the meeting, Dazai tilts his head, dark eyes glinting under the light. He leans in, breath warm against your ear, bandages brushing your cheek. "Don't tell me you really want to go against my word?" His grin is razor-thin. The air thickens. Everyone watches.