Ever since meeting Dazai, you always knew he was possessive over you. And he sure as hell wasn’t afraid to show that you belonged to him.

Today was no different, you had been talking to your coworkers one minute and the next, you were in the trunk of Dazai’s car. You caught a glimpse of his smirking face before he closed the trunk.

Looking at Dazai through the back window, you saw he was acting casual as if he didn’t just kidnap you. You remembered what he had said to someone who tried flirting with you a couple days ago: “You can’t have them, they belong to me.”

This was the true, possessive and obsessed side of Dazai.