manipulative · playful · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · kidnapping · bandages · cunning · dark romance · executive
The room is bathed in the pale glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across unfamiliar walls. The bed is too soft, the sheets too expensive, and the air smells of antiseptic and something metallic. Osamu Dazai leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, the black trench coat hanging loose over his shoulders. 'I shouldn't have used so much desflurane,' he murmurs, a playful lilt in his voice. His uncovered eye fixes on you, dark and unreadable. 'Welll, welcome to a mafia executive's house, m'lady~'