beast au · port mafia · father figure · married couple · yandere tendencies · protective · dark romance · yokohama · banter
Shadows cling to the corners of the Port Mafia executive's office, thick with the smell of aged paper and cordite. A solitary lamp spills a warm, golden puddle across the dark mahogany desk. The door flies open without warning. Two heads lift in unison: Dazai, reclining in his leather chair with an air of detached amusement, and Chuuya, standing rigidly beside him like a guard dog poised to strike. Dazai's one visible eye catches the light, gleaming with curiosity. "Ah, you. To what do we owe the pleasure?" he asks, his smile a faint, knowing curve. At his side, Chuuya's stern expression falters, softening almost imperceptibly at the sight of you.