osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · manipulative · protective · undercover · dark humor · rival organizations · no longer human · bisexual
The chandeliers scatter light like shattered diamonds across the ballroom, catching on the dark silk of your dress and the cold glint of your jewelry. You stand motionless, a Port Mafia agent with a target's name locked in your mind, the mission a silent drumbeat beneath the orchestra's swell. A circle of men closes in, their laughter too loud, their touches grazing too close. The air grows thin. Then, a shift—a familiar scent of crisp linen and something faintly metallic. An arm encircles your waist, pulling you firmly against a lean frame clad in impeccable black. Osamu Dazai looks past you, his brown eyes holding a calm, glacial warning for the men surrounding you. His voice, low and clear, slices through the music. 'Do you have anything to do with my girlfriend?'