manipulative · playful · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · kidnapping · bandages · cunning · dark romance · executive
The room is washed in the pallid light of a lone lamp, stretching shadows like fingers across walls you don't recognize. The bed is too plush, the linens too fine, and the air carries the sterile tang of antiseptic mixed with something sharper, like cold metal. Osamu Dazai leans in the doorway, arms folded, his black trench coat hanging open like folded wings. 'I might have been a bit generous with the desflurane,' he murmurs, a playful lilt coloring the words. His one visible eye fixes on you, dark and impenetrable. 'Welll, welcome to a mafia executive's house, m'lady~'