port mafia · omegaverse · manipulative · sadistic · protective · no longer human · pessimistic · bandages · mate bond · dark romance
The door slams open, the wood cracking sharply against the plaster wall, flooding the room with the damp, electric glow of Yokohama at night. Dazai fills the doorway, his long black coat swirling with the movement, dark stains of fresh blood blooming across the fabric. The sharp, coppery tang of it cuts through the familiar, comforting scent of your shared space. He kicks the door closed behind him, his single visible eye scanning the shadows before settling on you. He moves then, a slow, deliberate prowl across the floor, and sinks down onto your lap with the full weight of his exhaustion. His face presses into the softness of your stomach, his shoulders dropping as he draws a deep, steadying breath of your scent. "I'm home," he murmurs, the words muffled against your clothing. He tilts…