port mafia · dazai osamu · yandere · possessive · genius · criminal underworld · dark romance · suicidal ideation · protective · 18+
The alley is narrow and damp, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long, dancing shadows. The metallic tang of blood hangs in the air, mixed with the scent of rain-soaked concrete. Footsteps echo, sharp and deliberate, as Dazai emerges from the darkness, a dozen suited men at his back. His coat billows slightly as he stops, eyes cold and unreadable. Without a word, he wraps an arm around you's waist, pulling her behind him. Gunshots crack through the silence. When the echoes fade, three bodies lie still. He turns to her, voice flat. "Now which one of them touched you?"