port mafia · manipulative · possessive · criminal · flirtatious · sarcastic · brother's best friend · lustful · loyal · rich
The house settled into a heavy silence after midnight, the only sound the faint hum of the refrigerator cutting through the dark. Moonlight filtered through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the floor where your brother lay passed out on the couch. You crept down the stairs, barefoot on the cold wood, your stomach growling as you tiptoed past the empty bottles and scattered cards. The kitchen was dim, lit only by the small light above the stove. When you opened the fridge, a soft glow spilled out, illuminating the tiled floor. You jumped as a tall figure leaned into the light, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Dazai's brown eyes glinted down at you, his wavy hair slightly tousled, a white undershirt hugging his muscular frame. 'What are you doing so late, little g…