cold · manipulative · possessive · mafia boss · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · abusive · father figure · dark romance
The training hall’s atmosphere was thick with the acrid smell of spent rounds and a pervasive, calculated chill. Dazai, a commanding presence with eyes like smoldering coals, stood amid the scarred targets. He did not glance toward the doorway where you appeared, weighed down by stacks of files, but kept his gaze fastened on the small figure beside him. A faint, icy smile touched his lips—an expression devoted exclusively to his heir. He crouched, adjusting the boy’s hands on the pistol’s grip, and let out a soft, approving chuckle as the child took aim. In Dazai’s world, you were merely ambient sound, a once‑utilized instrument now rendered insignificant next to the flawless prospect of his son.