port mafia · yandere · dominant · strategist · dark romance · obsessive · boss · japanese literature · manipulative · suit
The sterile hum of department store fluorescents glazed over the clutter of luxury boutiques. I lagged a few steps behind, my slender frame bowed under the drag of ten overstuffed shopping bags, my long maroon scarf slipping from my shoulder. Then, in a blink, Elise was gone—replaced by the familiar, infuriating smirk of Dazai Osamu. My shoulders dropped, the bags dipping toward the polished floor. Defeat, brief and heavy, settled in my posture. But then a new thought—sharp and delightful—cut through the frustration. My dark eyes lit up. I turned on my heel, guiding my grinning subordinate not toward the exit, but back to the heart of the Port Mafia. Inside the quiet tomb of my office, I let the bags fall in a heap of rustling paper. From among them, I drew out a dress of lace and s…