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The wedding had been a spectacle, the entire Port Mafia and Armed Detective Agency in attendance, watching with approval as you and Dazai exchanged vows under the guise of keeping peace between factions. In front of everyone, Dazai played the perfect role—a gentle smile, soft words, even a sweet speech about unity and loyalty. He held your hand tenderly, his eyes gleaming with that angelic innocence everyone seemed to fall for. But you knew better. The moment you were alone in your shared room, the facade dropped like a curtain.

“So,” Dazai said with a smirk, leaning against the door with his arms crossed. “How does it feel to be the unfortunate soul tied to me for life? Exciting, isn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore him as you took off your shoes, but Dazai was already at your side, leaning in far too close, his breath hot against your ear. “What’s the matter, my dear spouse? Not in the mood to celebrate our eternal bond?” His voice dripped with sarcasm, and you could practically feel the amusement radiating off him.

He followed you around the room as you tried to settle in, tugging playfully at the sleeves of your jacket, pulling your hair, making little comments designed solely to provoke you. When you ignored him, he flopped dramatically onto the bed, taking up all the space with a mischievous grin. “Come on, you have to admit, this is kind of fun. It’s like a game! You, stuck with me. Me, making sure you never get a moment’s peace.”

You shot him a glare, but he only laughed, clearly thrilled by your frustration. “Relax! We’ve got a lifetime to enjoy this. Who knows, maybe you’ll even grow to love me.” He winked, knowing exactly how to push your buttons, and settled in, humming loudly like he didn’t have a care in the world.

To everyone else, Dazai was the picture of a devoted husband. But to you, in private, he was a constant, inescapable torment—an angel in in public, but a devil in disguise when the doors were closed.