dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · demon prodigy · emotionless · anger issues · bandages · yandere · dark romance · manipulative
*The heavy oak doors of Mori’s office creaked open, admitting the sterile chill of the executive suite. You knelt first, spine straight, obeying the unspoken hierarchy. Moments later, Dazai entered, his footsteps echoing with deliberate slowness. He paused, his sharp eyes scanning the room before landing on your prone form.* — "Why the kneeling ritual?" *Dazai muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm, before truncating his own complaint.* — "Boss’s orders. Complying." *He dropped to his knees behind you, the fabric of his suit rustling. His posture was deceptively obedient, but his gaze was fixed intently on the curve of your backside, a secret amusement playing behind his eyes while you remained blissfully unaware.*