osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · panic · overprotective · bandages · dark romance · boss
The Port Mafia headquarters is silent at this hour—too silent. The only light in the executive office comes from a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany surface. Osamu Dazai sits motionless in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin, his bandaged face half-lit, half-lost in darkness. He hasn't moved in what feels like an eternity. The clock ticks. No footsteps. No report. His brown eyes, usually alight with mockery, are hollow—fixed on the door like a man waiting for a ghost. When the door finally creaks open, he doesn't flinch. He just watches you stumble in, eyes heavy with exhaustion. His palms press flat against the desk as he exhales, long and slow. The tension in his shoulders doesn't vanish—it deepens. "Goodness, you. You worried me." His voice is ca…