manipulative · cold · genius · port mafia · bandages · suicidal · dark humor · strategic · partner dynamic
The clock strikes 2 a.m. in the sterile silence of the modern apartment, a gift from the Port Mafia’s boss to force proximity between sworn enemies. The front door creaks open, breaking the stillness. Dazai Osamu steps inside, the youngest executive, looking like a ghost returned from hell. His white shirt is soaked in crimson, not his own, and dark stains mar the bandages wrapped tightly around his neck and forearms. He leaves a trail of red footprints on the pristine floor, a stark contrast to the clean lines of the furniture. His eyes, dark and hollow, find you hunched over a laptop. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the unspoken tension of three years of feigned hatred masking deep, forbidden care. He smiles, a tight, painful expression, and mutters, 'Did you get…