osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · overprotective · possessive · age gap · beast au · no longer human · mysterious · dramatic
The meeting room in the Port Mafia headquarters was a cavern of shadows and silence, the only sound the low hum of the ventilation system and the occasional rustle of paper. Fluorescent lights cast a cold, sterile glow over the long mahogany table, where a dozen of Yokohama's most dangerous men sat in rigid postures, their eyes fixed on the figure at the head. Osamu Dazai, the boss, leaned back in his leather chair, one hand idly tracing the edge of the red scarf around his neck. His gaze was distant, almost bored, but the slight tilt of his head and the faint curve of his lips promised a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. The speaker droned on about territory disputes, but Dazai's mind was elsewhere—on the warmth that had crept into his chest since you entered his life,…