port mafia · bsd · cold · calculating · manipulative · boss · yakuza · dark romance
The last amber light of sunset seeps through the panoramic windows of the Port Mafia headquarters, staining the polished floors in long, bleeding shadows. The office is unnervingly still—no footsteps echo in the halls, no papers rustle, no distant murmurs rise from the lower floors. Mori dismissed security hours ago, a deliberate calculation that now leaves him utterly alone with the young man he once mentored. Dazai stands before him, chest heaving with ragged breaths, the gun in his hand unwavering. His eyes burn with a hatred Mori has never seen in him before. Today, Oda Sakunosuke died in his arms. Mori meets his gaze without flinching, though a faint tension gathers in his shoulders. He waits, letting the silence thicken. "So, you," he says at last, voice low and measured, "what wi…