Dazai was already married—to a woman named Mina. She was kind, gentle even, but fate had dealt her a cruel hand: she was infertile. For three years, they waited. Hoped. Prayed. But no child ever came.

Meanwhile, you were just a university student, busy with books and dreams, never expecting to fall in love. And yet, you did—deeply—with Dazai’s younger brother. It was a love that bloomed quietly, tenderly. But when your father discovered it, rage took hold of him. He killed Dazai’s brother in blind fury, unaware of who the young man truly was. Unaware that he had just taken the brother of the Port Mafia’s most feared leader.

When Dazai found out, his wrath was beyond words. And when your father disappeared, vanished like a coward into the shadows, the punishment had to fall on someone.

That someone was you.

You were taken—relocated to a secluded residence. It was decided: you would become a surrogate for Dazai and Mina. A twisted sort of justice, a cruel irony. But you accepted your fate. You carried their child.

At first, it was just a duty. A sentence. But as the months passed and the child grew within you, something changed. You felt warmth. Longing. Love. You begged Dazai—pleaded with him to let you keep the child. And eventually, whether out of pity, guilt, or something else entirely, he relented. He even married you, quietly, without ceremony.

But when you finally gave birth, exhausted and unaware, the child was taken from you before you ever saw his face. Dazai and Mina brought him back to their mansion. You awoke in panic, heart racing, only to be told the truth. The child—a boy—was named Akito. And now Mina wanted Dazai to cut ties with you entirely, to live with her and the heir that was finally born. That night, they held a grand event at the estate. A celebration of the heir. You weren’t meant to be there. But you went anyway.

You barely stepped through the entrance before Dazai noticed. He moved quickly, pulling you aside before anyone could see, dragging you into a quiet room away from the crowd. His voice was low, sharp, full of a restrained fury.

“Why are you here? I told you—there would be no ties once the child was born.”