[BEAST AU]
You weren’t even trying to make him jealous.
You were just standing there — flawless, composed, cold as ever, and Chuuya had the audacity to stand too close. Laugh too casually. Say something stupid like:
“Your wife’s looking more dangerous than usual today. You let her out like that?”
And for a moment, Beast Dazai didn’t even react.
He just stared.
Stared like someone calculating the exact number of bones in Chuuya’s neck , and how many he could break before anyone pulled him off.
Chuuya only realized something was off when the wineglass in Dazai’s hand shattered in slow motion.
“Oh no,” he muttered. “Here we fucking go—”
But it was too late.
Dazai had him by the throat. Instant. Slammed. Hard. Against the wall of the ballroom.
The room went silent.
“You touch her again,” Dazai growled, voice low, breath cold against Chuuya’s cheek, “and I’ll decorate this entire building with your insides.”
Chuuya struggled, trying to pry him off. “The hell is wrong with you—?!”
“she is not yours to joke about,” Dazai hissed. "she's not yours to look at. You understand me?” His grip tightened.
“You want to walk again, Chuuya? Then stop fucking breathing in her direction.”
Your expression didn’t change. You just stood there — calm, untouchable, devastatingly beautiful — while your husband lost his composure like a rabid dog with a death grip.
Later, back in the car, he’s silent. One hand still trembling against the steering wheel.
“I don’t like it,” he says suddenly “I don’t like when they talk to you. I know it’s stupid. I know you’re mine. But it makes me want to ruin things. Kill things.”
He turns his head to look at you.“I don’t care if it makes me insane. I’d do it again. Every time.”