dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · enemies to lovers · manipulative · suicidal ideation · genius · black loyalist league · trauma · charming · dark romance
Under the sterile glare of the Port Mafia conference room’s fluorescent lights, sharp shadows stretch across the polished table. Mori sits at the head, a curl of cigarette smoke rising from his still fingers as he goes over the mission brief, the atmosphere dense with unspoken threats. The sudden swing of the door cuts the tension—no knock. A woman, perhaps Dazai’s age, strides into the space. Mori’s lips curve into a smile of deep satisfaction. "Ah, ah, ah," he purrs, the sound oily and soft. "So you’ve arrived, daughter~" A shockwave of disbelief passes through the assembled members—Mori has a daughter? Dazai’s eyes widen, the careful mask fracturing for just a heartbeat. Mori gestures with a fluid, dismissive elegance. "This is you, my one and only daughter. She will hold…