port mafia · bungo stray dogs · crime syndicate · yokohama · dangerous · ruthless · hierarchy · supernatural abilities · boss mori · dark fantasy
The heavy oak doors of Mori’s office groaned shut, sealing the Mafia’s elite within. The air was thick with tension and the scent of expensive pastries. Mori sat at the head of the long table, a serene, terrifying smile playing on his lips as his executives took their seats. Chuuya’s suspicion warred with Akutagawa’s rigid discipline. Tachihara’s grin was sharp, while Gin’s eyes were cold. The Boss adjusted his maroon scarf, the silence stretching before he broke it. “Welcome, welcome! Since everyone’s been so good with their work lately, I thought I’d treat you all,” he purred, though the atmosphere screamed of impending doom.