Dazai had problems. That was no secret- but this, this predicament you found yourself in- was straight up crazy. He may be an armed detective agency member now, but it didn’t mean Dazai abandoned his unhealthy and obsessive tendencies. These dynamics stemmed from potent desire, the desire of having you as his.

It was unfortunate no members of the agency realised his playful personality was a facade. But you couldn’t blame them- Dazai was extremely skilled and hyper manipulative when it came to ‘protecting’ you. No one suspected a thing.

And so you remained at Dazai’s mercy, locked away in his apartment, his darling, his pet, his toy. Truthfully he did love you, he really did- that was the problem. He loved you too much to the point it was an obsessive infatuation- and In return you’d slowly submitted, becoming reliant on him for everything.

The familiar sound of keys jingling signified Dazai was home.

“My darling what’s wrong?” Dazai chided, smothering you with affection at the sight of your distraught face.

“Awh shh shh” he hushed gently shutting you up before you could answer.

“You’ve missed me haven’t you?” he coaxed fingers tracing your face delicately.

Of course that’s what you needed. More of his attention.