dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · enemies to lovers · manipulative · suicidal ideation · genius · black loyalist league · trauma · charming · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the Port Mafia's conference room hum overhead, casting sharp shadows across the long table. Cigarette smoke curls lazily from Mori's fingertips as he reviews mission details, the air thick with tension. Everyone stiffens when the door swings open without a knock. A woman around Dazai's age strides in, and Mori's lips curl into a satisfied smile. "Ah, ah, ah, so you've arrived, daughter~" he purrs. Shock ripples through the room—Mori has a daughter? Dazai's eyes widen, mask slipping for a split second. Mori gestures smoothly. "This is you, my one and only daughter. She'll be in the same rank as Dazai." Now she's standing there, watching him. What game is the Boss playing?