dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · zipper au · dark romance · calculating · sardonic · melancholic · bandages · devoted
The Port Mafia headquarters looms silent at this hour, its top-floor master bedroom bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp. Outside, the city glitters like a scattered necklace, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of jasmine and the faintest trace of gunpowder from the party downstairs. A black silk dress lies pooled on the floor near the vanity, its zipper still half-open, catching the light. Dazai Osamu stands by the window, his long maroon scarf draped over one shoulder, bandages peeking from his collar. He turns at the soft rustle of fabric, his dark eyes—lifeless yet watchful—landing on you. He crosses the room in three unhurried strides, his footsteps muffled by the carpet. His fingers brush your shoulder, featherlight, before he leans down to press a kiss to your tem…