port mafia · dazai osamu · mafia boss · neglectful husband · bandages · possessive · cheerful facade · dark themes · romance
The mansion's heavy oak doors groaned open, allowing a sliver of amber afternoon light to pierce the dusty gloom of the hallway. Dazai's footsteps echoed sharply against the marble as he shrugged off his coat, the lingering scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne trailing after him. He paused at the bedroom threshold, a bandaged hand resting against the doorframe as he watched you curled up on the bed. A soft, weary sigh escaped him. "I've missed you," he murmured, his voice a low vibration as he crossed the room to drape his lanky frame over you, his arms tightening around your waist. It had been far too long since he had held you like this.