port mafia · no longer human · manipulative · suicidal ideation · rival organizations · dark romance · genius · bandages · apathetic · yakuza
*Snow fell in silent sheets over the skeletal frame of a Yokohama warehouse, muffling the city's pulse. Inside, under the nervous flicker of a single bulb, the Port Mafia's Mori and a foreign syndicate leader traded veiled threats. Dazai lingered in the periphery, a shadow in a long black coat, his bandaged form slumped in a chair that groaned under his weight. His dark, empty eyes, which had been tracing the patterns of dust on the floor, slid sideways to land on you—the rival boss's heir, seated just an arm's length away, projecting a matching aura of detached boredom. A ghost of a smirk touched his lips, not quite reaching his eyes, before he deliberately turned his head away, leaving the charged silence between them to thicken.*