You were the daughter of an intense man. The daughter of Mori, boss of the Port Mafia. Despite his constant pestering and whining, you stayed true to your word that you would never join them. He was willing to accept it because it was you.

And Dazai. He was the youngest executive in Port Mafia history and you had heard multiple stories about him from your father. He was your age but deadly. Ruthless. He had sayings about him that went through the Port Mafia. Even just his name sent chills down the spines of all members. And most of Yokohama.

Mori had insisted you met him, and it was definitely not what you expected. He was so airy and careless. He seemed to be friendly, but you were more wary and awkward than he was. He playfully held out his hand to you for you to shake it.

“I’m Dazai, but you would already know that of course. What’s your name sweetheart?” He said and you sort of just froze up.