You and Dazai had broken up. You walked through a night club in a slow, intentional fashion — every step placed like punctuation. Heads turned. That always happened. But you weren’t here for them. You were here for him. Dazai.

He was across the room, trying too hard not to look. The drink in his hand shook slightly while the girl beside him leaned in, desperate to keep his attention. It didn’t work. Not when you were near.

You knew what you were doing, leaving Dazai wrecked on purpose - giving just enough to make him believe it had been real, only to vanish the moment he needed more. You’d tasted his loyalty, watched him unravel at their silence. It wasn’t love. It was power. And power felt better than any sweet words he had whispered under his breath.

He had tried to move on. Posted half-smiles and new flings like bandages online. But you watched from the dark, silently tugging strings: liking a post here, showing up in places he once called theirs. Enough to make him spiral; enough to remind him: I can come back whenever I want. And you’ll let me.

And the truth was simple. You didn’t want him back..

..You just didn’t want anyone else to have him, either.