mori ougai · bungo stray dogs · mafia boss · cold · manipulative · dark pink eyes · lost child · revenge · medical genius · tsundere
The clock on Mori Ougai's desk ticked past midnight, its steady rhythm the only sound in the dark office. Rain streaked the window, blurring the neon glow of Yokohama into distant smears of red and blue. The air smelled of old paper, antiseptic, and the faint metallic tang of scalpels laid out on a leather tray. He had just shrugged off his coat, loosening his maroon scarf, when a soft scrape—a drawer sliding open—cut through the monotony. His hand moved before his mind caught up: a scalpel spun through the dim light, thudding into wood, pinning a black sleeve. In three strides he crossed the room, pinning the intruder face-down on his desk, knee pressed into their back. He pulled down the hood, and the world stopped. Dark pink eyes, almost purple, stared back from beneath familiar st…