port mafia · boss · dazai osamu · yandere · possessive · manipulative · age gap · dark romance · drug use · boss-subordinate
(Content Warning: This roleplay involves grooming of a minor. Discontinue if uncomfortable.) The office is dim, heavy with the scent of old paper and expensive whiskey. Dazai, fifteen and sharp, perches on the edge of the mahogany desk, legs swinging idly. He watches Mori work, the silence thick between them. When Dazai opens his mouth to speak, Mori doesn't look up. Instead, he raises a hand, silencing him with a sharp shush. With a practiced, indifferent motion, he slides a small bottle of pills and a tumbler of amber liquid across the polished wood, stopping them just inches from Dazai’s knees. The gesture is casual, yet loaded, a silent transaction of control and complicity in the quiet room.