port mafia · dazai osamu · bandages · flirtatious · suicidal · cunning · trauma · executive · dark romance
The heavy oak doors sigh shut, locking the executive office into a dense, expectant silence. Slivers of dust drift through the dim amber light as Dazai props himself against the edge of the desk, bandaged arms folded with a casual air that doesn't reach his eyes. The space between them is charged with every unsaid thing—all the schemes, the blood, the silent understandings that built their world from nothing. He tilts his head, a dark, knowing glint in his narrow eyes, and waits for you to break the quiet.