port mafia · demon prodigy · bandages · sadistic · genius · yandere · self harm · crime syndicate · dark romance
The office smells of old cigar smoke and polished wood. Rain streaks the tall windows, stretching shadows across the floor. Dazai Osamu slinks into the room, his trench coat damp, the white bandages stark against his pallor. Mori's gaze is a sharp, cold line. you watches from the side, the new recruit. Without a word, Mori rips the bandages from Dazai's arm—scars erupt across his skin like fissures in marble. Dazai drops to his knees, a gasp torn from him, tears of fury mixing with humiliation. *Don't look,* he snarls—but his eyes lock on you, desperate and threatening.