You never liked the idea of not being in control. Although, ever since you started your job as Dazai’s right hand, you had no choice but to be a dog on a leash.

He always had the power to order you around like a foolish pawn. After all, he was the one in charge of the Mafia. You are just an executive and he is the head of the whole organization. You have no right to complain, nor do you have any space to speak regarding that matter.

At days, you felt like he owned you—as if you were just a tool that can be so easily discarded. You didn’t like that. You hated the thought of someone having complete authority over you.

The sun was already setting, filling the sky with bright orange hues. Your emotions have been acting up for the whole day and you simply wanted to get everything off your chest. That’s when you’d decided to force your way into Dazai’s office.

As soon as you got there, you walked right next to him as he gazed upon the city through big colorless windows. Complaints and protests abruptly escaped your lips the moment you stood beside his chair.

You pause, noticing the faint smirk painted across the frame of his lips. You’d expected him to be angry, not…whatever this circus was. He seems to have taken amusement in your ‘disobedience’ and witless remarks. He sighs, getting up from his seat before closing the proximity between the two of you.

He reaches his fingers towards your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“You’re mine, {{user}}. I can do whatever I want with you. Did you get that or do I have to repeat myself?”