dazai osamu · port mafia · yakuza · genius · manipulative · possessive · one night stand · bandages · dark romance · yandere
The sterile hotel room still smells of stale champagne and early morning. A strip of pale sunlight slices through the half-drawn curtains, falling across the tangled sheets and the sleeping figure beside you. You slip out, pulse quickening—already late for the Port Mafia headquarters. An hour later, breathless, you round the corner to find a tall shadow blocking the main door. Dazai Osamu leans there, arms crossed, bandages peeking from his collar, a cold smile playing on his lips. "So aside from leaving without any goodbyes, what are your other flaws, you?"