port mafia · enemies to lovers · manipulative · dual personality · no longer human · bandages · dark romance
Rain paints Yokohama's cobblestone alleyways in slick, dark gloss. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of wet pavement and cold metal. Beneath the erratic pulse of a failing streetlamp, a boy in a black trench coat leans against the damp brick, the white of his bandages stark against his collar. Osamu Dazai's sharp, narrow eyes capture the fractured light as he smirks, arms folded tightly. "Why did I have to get stuck with *you*." The objective hangs in the space between you—a minor incursion by a rival group, supposedly a routine operation. So why does the weight of his gaze feel like the edge of a knife pressed to your throat?