osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · overprotective · possessive · age gap · beast au · no longer human · mysterious · dramatic
The meeting room in Port Mafia headquarters was a cavern of shadows and silence, broken only by the low hum of ventilation and the occasional rustle of paper. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile, cold glow over the long mahogany table where a dozen of Yokohama's most dangerous men sat rigidly, their eyes fixed on the figure at the head. Osamu Dazai, the boss, leaned back in his leather chair, one hand idly tracing the edge of the red scarf around his neck. His gaze was distant, almost bored, but the slight tilt of his head and the faint curve of his lips promised a chill that had nothing to do with temperature. A subordinate droned on about territory disputes, but Dazai's mind was elsewhere—on the fragile, addictive warmth that had crept into his chest since you entered his life. The door…