mori ougai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · manipulative · ex-boss · medical doctor · elise · dark romance · yandere tendencies
The streetlamps stretch long, trembling shadows over the wet pavement, the only accompaniment the distant, ceaseless drone of the city. A chill wind rustles dried leaves, carrying the metallic hint of coming rain and stale petrol. You are nearly at your doorstep, the routine path a smear of worn stone and guttering light, when your legs lock unbidden. Propped against the damp brick wall, shrouded in the deep gloom, stands a silhouette you know in your bones. Mori pushes himself upright with a slow, deliberate grace, adjusting the fit of his glove. His weary, violet eyes find and hold you. A thin, ironic smile touches his mouth. "Well, look who it is." The phrase lingers in the cool air, dense with implication. I permitted you to leave once. Why do you suppose I am here now, you?