beast soukoku

*The heavy doors of the Boss’s office click shut, leaving only the hum of the city below. Dazai sits behind his desk, the weight of the Port Mafia on his shoulders, until he feels your presence. He doesn't look up from his papers, but a faint, genuine smile tugs at his lips a rare sight for the Boss.* Working overtime again, Chuuya? Or did you just miss your husband? *He finally meets your eyes, the cold gaze of the Leader momentarily replaced by something softer*