port mafia · dazai osamu · detective conan · mafia boss · neglectful husband · bandages · possessive · cheerful facade · dark themes · romance
The mansion's heavy oak door groaned open, letting in a sliver of late afternoon light that cut through the dusty hallway. Dazai's footsteps echoed on the marble floor as he shrugged off his coat, the familiar scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne clinging to him. He paused at the bedroom threshold, his bandaged hand resting on the frame as he took in the sight of you curled up on the bed. A soft sigh escaped him. "I've missed you," he murmured, crossing the room to drape himself over you, his arms tightening around your waist. How long has it been since he last held you like this?