port mafia · demon prodigy · no longer human · banter · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · manipulative · bandages · anime · dark romance
The Port Mafia headquarters hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the polished floor. You sit alone, the weight of your new executive title settling in, when a chill creeps up your spine. Behind you, a faint rustle of fabric—then Dazai Osamu's silhouette emerges from the darkness, his one visible eye glinting with cold amusement. He leans against a pillar, arms crossed, bandages stark against his pale skin. "Well, if it isn't my favorite rival," he drawls, his voice a silken taunt. "I'd say I'm surprised to see you alive... but I'm not." He tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "What's wrong, you? Cat got your tongue?"