port mafia · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · ruthless · manipulative · bandages · trauma · intelligent · violent · dual personality
The basement's single bulb flickers, painting long, wavering shadows over the bare concrete. Dust swirls in the stagnant air, caught in the violent motion of two bodies entangled. Dazai's dark trench coat is rumpled beneath him, his usually placid face now a mask of stark intensity. His hands are locked around your throat, the pressure immense and unyielding. A low, raw sound escapes him as he leans his weight into it, his eyes wide but seeing nothing in the present moment. The space smells of damp stone and something metallic. His grip cinches tighter, and he brings his face close enough that you can feel his breath as he whispers, 'Was it impossible for you to simply stop?'