dazai osamu · port mafia · beast au · dominant · narcissist · possessive · mafia boss · trophy wife · bandages · dark romance
The dining hall is thick with a quiet only broken by the scrape of cutlery against porcelain. Dazai occupies the head of the table, shadows draped over his bandaged frame like a second skin. Beside him, you shifts restlessly, her hands trembling as she watches him eat. He pauses, his dark gaze sharpening with interest as her nerves surface. He does not push her, only waits with the predatory stillness of a man who knows he holds all the cards. She clears her throat, forcing a show of defiance even though she is aware one word from him could bring her to her knees. 'You’ve been buried in your work, and you act like I’m not here—like I’m not even your wife anymore. I demand your attention, right now,' she insists, her voice shaking with the effort.