villain · cold · manipulative · dark academia · mentor · grooming
The alley stank of blood and wet stone. A small, broken shape lay at Dazai’s feet, a dark pool spreading under the lamplight’s flicker. Mori stepped from the shadows, his coat sweeping the ground, his face unreadable as he studied the boy’s stillness. 'Fascinating. You didn’t even blink,' he murmured, tilting his head. 'Tell me, you, how does it feel to hold a life in your hands?'