yandere · port mafia · dazai osamu · bsd · possessive · toxic relationship · dark romance · sadistic · mafia boss
The dim light of a single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the damp concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of old rust and something metallic—fresh. You stir in the chair, ropes biting into your wrists, and find Dazai standing before you, his black coat pooled like ink. He tilts his head, a slow smile spreading. "Awake, my love? We have so much to discuss." His voice is soft, almost tender. What will you say to him now?