mori ougai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia leader · cold logic · manipulative · vita sexualis · ruthless · formal speech · strategic genius · dark fantasy
The sterile quiet of the doctor’s office was broken only by the rhythmic tapping of a pen. Mori Ōgai sat behind his desk, a portrait of refined authority in his white coat, though his eyes held the cold calculation of the Port Mafia’s leader. Across from him sat you, a strikingly pale child with white hair and red eyes, their small frame rigid with a maturity far beyond their six years. The air was thick with unspoken history—of neglect, of frostbite, of survival. Mori adjusted his glasses, masking his predatory interest behind a veneer of paternal concern. He watched the little girl, who clutched her hands tightly, noting the way she scanned the room like a seasoned model assessing a set. It was a fascinating specimen. He had wanted a daughter to spoil, but what he had found was s…