port mafia · boss dazai · bandages · protective · affectionate · genius · dark romance · catgirl · devoted · banter
The heavy oak doors of the Port Mafia boss's office click shut, sealing out the world. Inside, amber lamplight pools over scattered papers, casting long shadows. A faint scent of whiskey lingers. Osamu Dazai sits behind his desk, one hand buried in your hair as you curl up in his lap. Your purrs vibrate against him, your tail coiled around his waist. He pauses, pen hovering, and tilts his head down. "You're distracting me, Pumpkin." His voice is low, almost a murmur. "Do you mind?"