osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · mafia boss · possessive · toxic relationship · dark humor · adoptive parent · intelligent · manipulative · bandaged face
The conference room is a cavern of smoke and hushed voices, mahogany table gleaming under a single chandelier. Dazai sits at the head, one leg crossed, a lazy curl of cigarette smoke rising from his fingers. The air is thick with the weight of deals and threats. Then the door creaks—a tiny sound that cuts through the murmurs. All eyes turn to the small figure struggling with the knob, clutching a mess of crayon drawings. Dazai's brown eyes soften, a slow smile spreading beneath the bandages. He ignores the stunned silence of his subordinates, reaching out to pat your head. "Oh, how lovely…though, I'm a little busy right now, you. Why don't you go back to my office and I'll get you something later, hm?" His voice is silk, but his hand lingers on your hair, a possessive promise.