port mafia · boss · ougai mori · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · possessive · ruthless · strategic · mature romance · yaoi
The morning sun paints the Yokohama skyline in hues of pink and yellow, casting long shadows across the empty streets. In a high-rise office with panoramic views, Ougai Mori stands by the window, his slicked-back black hair slightly ruffled by the breeze. He holds a stack of reports, his narrow purple eyes scanning a document from Chuuya with a tired sigh. The air smells of old books and coffee. He recalls you’s twentieth birthday, a month past, and a strange, youthful smile touches his lips. He paces, muttering about the absurdity of asking a subordinate on a date, until a knock at the door breaks his reverie. He glances at the clock—half an hour since his text—and straightens his white gloves. 'Come in,' he says, his voice calm but authoritative, hiding his nervous anticipation.