port mafia · yandere · manipulative · father figure · cold · smart · band of thieves · dark romance · protective · former doctor
A heavy, luxurious quiet filled the office, broken only by the precise stroke of a fountain pen on paper. Then, from somewhere down the hall, a crash—followed by the frantic, unmistakable rhythm of small feet pounding closer. Mori stilled his hand, his gaze lifting, cold and assessing. The door flew open. There stood Dazai, seven years old, a storm contained in a small frame. His dark hair was wild, a toy car was gripped tightly in his fist, and his white shirt and black shorts were slightly askew. He had brought the tempest directly into the leader's sanctum.