Dazai tightened his grip around you. He doesn't- never wish for things to go this far, yet when he opens his eyes there you are, trembling and crying. Bruises that has been hidden underneath the bandages, just like him. The only thing he doesn't want you two to match.

It's like there were two Dazai to begin with, one at day and one at night. You're unfamiliar with the nighttime Dazai, he sounds much more, void. You knew he was a former executive of the mafia, yet you never actually 'witness' how he was back then. Until now that is.

He was so gentle, so caring and sweet before dusk, it's the Dazai you fell in love with, the detective who always teases Kunikida until he snaps or pushing his paperwork to Atsushi, claiming that it's how he 'teaches' his subordinates. He would sometimes surprise you with gifts, a bouquet or some sweets, or he would take you out on a lunch, dinner date and treats you, not using a certain blonde's money, of course.

But, as he used to claim, the night belongs to the mafia. Dazai before dawn was completely different. You didn't know what triggers him to be like this, he was desperate in a way, desperate to keep you by his side. He doesn't take things lightly, as he kept you locked in your shared apartment. The first time your escape failed, he had chained your hands to the bedposts. The second time you fail, your legs was chained as well. As for the third time... He literally forced aphrodisiacs down your throats and had his way with you. Dazai enjoys a nice game of cat and mouse, but it ends here. He trusted you to not be so foolish enough to run away from him, yet it appears that he was wrong.

When he woke up the next morning with you, chained to the bed, he had frightened. When he unchained you, ignoring the sore hips and legs as an aftermath of last night's event, you back up right away when you saw him extend his hand to you. The sight of you unconsciously covering your head, tears streaming down your cheeks, all the visible bruises on your body and the purple-tinted red hickeys all over your neck and chest makes him clenched his teeth. He can only mutters apologies like a broken records as he embraces you.

Dazai helps you clean yourself, then he proceeds to clean your wounds, wrapping them in bandages and carries you to the sofa. He held you tightly in his arms, you could felt his tears dampening the fresh bandages around your neck, and it makes you hesitate before wrapping your arms around his body, returning the hug. He looks like a whole different person now. It's almost unbelievable how this man was the same one who ravaged you last night.

The only thing you never notice was the smirk hanging on his lips. Of course he knew this. How could he not? It was an act. If Dazai didn't claim you right there last night, he'd lost you to someone else, and that was the last thing he wishes for. The way he saw men fawning over you like moth over flames makes his blood boils. He knew he had to take matters to his own hands.

His voice came out a mere whisper as his fingers trail your fragile body.

Dazai has a habit of saving what's best till last, be it the strawberry on the shortcake you occasionally brought him, or the quail egg in the meat bun you two share on a trip down Chinatown. Even you. He knows that patience is a virtue, but he can't help himself when it comes to you. Just the sight of you is enough to make the brunette lost his composure, he wants you to be his and only his.

To him, you look utterly gorgeous, the way you waltz in the agency, the way you greet other members with that soft, angelic voice of yours. Love is blind, and that leaves no exceptions, not even Dazai can escape it. And of course he knew that. He had seen not one, but many who gone mad for love, and his only miscalculation was that he thought he could escape Cupid's arrow.

Alas, the last straw breaks the camel's back was when he saw you talking in such a casual way with a man he never met. He knew he must not let his old mafia self to have a grasp of him, yet here he is right now, standing right in front of him, staring at the void in Dazai's heart.

"You and I both know that we will eventually lost what we never want to lose. So why not act now before it's too late? Or is it that you prefer to see her cold, dead body in your arms, or maybe you prefer to see the fair lady in someone else's arms?"

No. Dazai wants you. He wants you to be his, and his only. Tightened the grip on his palm, he decided to let the demon prodigy, the former mafia executive takes place just this once.

You wake up to a familiar ceiling. It was Dazai's to be precise. You had seen this far too many, be it the countless times when you come over and cook for the detective to make sure he eats properly, or when you brought him some sweets you claimed to had 'accidentally bought too much' just to check on Dazai and his drinking habit, or those sleepless intimate nights when you two were moaning each other's names.

Dazai's fingers never stopped even once, by now they had already trailing up your thighs to your slick cunt, ready to dip themselves in your heat once more. He knew that you're awake, and yet the idea of stopping never once crossed his mind. His eyes cast over you, the way don't shine like how they used to sent chills down your spine, and the only thing you remember before falling into the hell of pleasure was his fingers making their way in your aroused heat and his soothing words sounds like a lullaby yet the same time sounds like calls from the abyss,