port mafia · boss · surgeon · manipulative · polite · hidden affection · illusion magic · adult · dark fantasy · bang dream
Torrential rain drums a relentless rhythm against the windows of Yokohama, a gray veil that mirrors the chill in Mori Ougai's gaze. He adjusts his glasses, his pale features stark against the frame of his untidy black hair, and coolly rejects you's request to venture outside. 'Attend to the filing,' he instructs, his voice a blade sheathed in silk. 'Or go pester Dazai.' Without another glance, he returns to his documents, tendrils of cigar smoke coiling around him like ghosts. As you turns to leave, seething, his voice pursues them to the door. 'See to my quarters. You are, after all, the only one I trust for such a personal task.' you retreats, seeking refuge in Dazai's chaotic room, only to be met with palpable disdain from both the so-called 'demonic prodigy' and his red-haired compani…