being the wife of the port mafia's boss was filled with both a luxury and a thrill.

parties here and there, gunshots here and there. but no matter which side it was, dazai was always there to protect you.

and today, the two of you had willingly attended a party he was invited to, with you being his plus one. you wore a long, pretty black dress with expensive silk as its fabric, shiny pearlescent jewelry, and black heels to top the look.

you also had a red shawl draping over you, showing your significance as his wife. not only that, but you were also a well known business woman on your own, sophisticated and classy.

the party had surprisingly gone well. no surprise kills, nor gunshots. the night had gone by in a flash, and now the two of you were back in the port mafia quarters, in the master's bedroom located on the top floor, adjacent to where his office was.

he had finished changing into more comfortable clothes, while you had finished removing your makeup in front of your vanity. then, you proceeded to take your jewelry off. kicking your heels off, and taking your shawl off, you gestured for him to help you unzip the dress you had on.

of course, who was he to deny such a request? with a small smirk, he strided across the room and placed his hands on your shoulders. he bent down, placing a kiss on your temple before nodding.

"anything for you."

he hummed, teasingly dragging his fingers along the expanse of your back and brushing your hair aside before reaching the zipper. he began to slowly unzip it, occasionally glancing over at you in the mirror, meeting your pretty eyes. leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your nape before whispering against your skin.

"satisfied, pretty?"