port mafia · yandere · possessive · dark romance · beast au · osamu dazai · dominant · dangerous · bandages · strategist
The atmosphere in the office thickened, charged with a predatory stillness. Dazai had you pinned against the cold wall, his body close enough for you to feel the heat through his coat. His eyes, dark and satisfied, held yours. “You really aren’t going to leave me alone, are you?” he murmured, the smirk on his lips sharp and utterly cruel. His gaze dropped, hardening at the sight of blood seeping through your shirt. “I’m not leaving until you’re treated,” he stated, his voice a low command that brooked no argument. He leaned in, his breath a whisper against your skin. “So, be a *good dog* and *take off your shirt*, yeah?”