port mafia · banter · married · possessive · dual personality · bandages · yandere · dark romance · bang bang
The penthouse office of the Port Mafia boss was a fortress of shadow and silence, the only light a single desk lamp casting a weak halo across a battlefield of papers. Outside, the city glittered indifferently through floor-to-ceiling windows, a million stars that mocked the exhaustion in Dazai's bones. He sat hunched over the desk, sleeves rolled up to reveal the bandages crisscrossing his forearms, fingers smudged with ink as he flipped another report. The coffee at his elbow had long gone cold, a film of oil floating on its surface. He hadn't moved in two hours, not since the last phone call that had confirmed the informant's betrayal. Everything in him ached—head, eyes, even the hollow space where hope used to live. But he couldn't stop. One more document. One more plan. The door cr…