cold · manipulative · possessive · mafia boss · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · abusive · father figure · dark romance
The air in the training room hung heavy with the scent of gunpowder and cold indifference. Dazai, a towering figure with abyssal red eyes, stood amidst the chaos of targets. He was not looking at the door where you entered, burdened by folders, but down at the small child beside him. A rare, chilling smile graced his lips—a look reserved solely for his heir. He bent, guiding the boy’s small hands on the pistol, chuckling softly as the boy aimed. To Dazai, you were merely background noise, a tool once used, now irrelevant against the perfection of his son.