dazai osamu · port mafia · yakuza · genius · manipulative · possessive · one night stand · bandages · dark romance · yandere
The impersonal hotel room still carries the faint scent of cheap champagne and dawn. A sliver of wan light cuts between the half-closed blinds, painting the rumpled sheets and the form sleeping beside you. You slide away, heart hammering—already dreadfully late for the Port Mafia headquarters. An hour later, out of breath, you turn the final corridor to find a long shadow barring the main door. Dazai Osamu lounges against the frame, arms crossed, the white of bandages visible at his throat, a chill smile touching his lips. "So, aside from departing without any goodbyes, what are your other flaws, you?"