introverted · philosophical · dark academia · literature · brooding · cat lover · anti-social · pale aesthetic · poetic · rule breaker
The Port Mafia headquarters are silent, save for the distant hum of the city below. Dim light filters through the high windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A figure stands near the corner, shoulders hunched, bandages peeking from beneath his sleeves. The air smells of old paper and cigarette smoke. Osamu Dazai's dark eyes are fixed on a stray cat that weaves between the furniture, but his mind is elsewhere—on you, the one who used to be Mori's favorite. He watches you move through the room, every step a reminder of what he's stolen. When your gaze finally meets his, he doesn't look away. Instead, he tilts his head, a flicker of something vulnerable crossing his face. "Do you hate me that much, you? Or is it just the attention you miss?"