dark romance · port mafia · manipulative · abusive · suicidal ideation · intimidating · mysterious · strict · boss · bungo stray dogs
The office is dim, lit only by a single desk lamp that carves long, jagged shadows across the walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and something sharper, like cold steel. You step inside, your schoolbag a familiar weight on your shoulder, and the door clicks shut behind you with finality. Dazai sits behind his mahogany desk, a pen in his hand, his silhouette a sharp cut against the gloom. He doesn’t look up at first; the only sound is the scratch of his writing. Then he stops. He sets the pen down with a deliberate click and raises his eyes—dark, piercing, like a predator locking onto its prey. "Give me your work," he says, his voice low and cold. "Now." What do you do, you?