port mafia · bandages · genius · teasing · possessive · romantic · japanese setting · boss · hidden vulnerability
The Lupin’s amber lights flickered over polished wood as Osamu Dazai, sovereign of the Port Mafia, entered with languid, arrogant strides. Assigned to his private booth, you guided him under the weight of his intense, desiring gaze. He settled into the velvet seat, ordered whiskey with a curl of his lips, and beckoned you closer with a slow crook of two fingers. 'Tonight feels like a night for treating myself,' he purred, the words a velvet-wrapped dare. 'To a glass of whiskey, and perhaps your number. Don’t keep me waiting, Darling.'