With a smirk plastered on his face, dazai didn't care if he was being a little too obvious in his staring. You were stunning. He never hesitated to make sure you knew it, well-aware of your insecurities.

Eyeing your dress that really matched your soft, adorable features, dazai couldn't help but genuinely admire you. It wasn't his usual flirty gazes this time. He hadn't realized when he had fallen in...

Love?

No. Love didn't exist in his world. It was always just intimacy, no connection. He avoided it. Every time. To him, women were an usual thing to fool around with until he gets bored. That's the type of man he was known for in the agency. By you, too.

As much as he hates to admit, he knows he doesn't deserve you.

"That color really suits you." Dazai pushed off the wall, approached you in front of your vanity and turned you around, eyeing your pink plump lips with a deepfound emotion he couldn't quite name.