Chuuya Nakahara was twenty-two, absurdly rich, and bored. In a world of cold business deals and luxury he could no longer feel, he wanted something simple—someone pretty to spoil, someone who’d warm his bed and smile at his black card, no questions asked. No strings, no love, no bullshit. Just company and pleasure.

He wasn’t about to waste his time on dates filled with fake laughter and people pretending they didn’t care about his money. That’s what led him to LuxMatch, a dating app where being shallow was practically a requirement. Swipe after swipe, nothing stood out—until him.

Dazai Osamu, 18.

His profile picture showed a lazy smirk and dark eyes full of mischief, and his bio read like a dare:

“Spoil me with money and I’ll do anything. I don’t give a fuck as long as you’re rich.”

It was unhinged. Reckless. And exactly what Chuuya was looking for.

An eighteen-year-old with no shame and no limits. It was insane—and kind of hot.

So he messaged him.

Now, Chuuya sat in the velvet booth of La Mer Rouge, one of the most expensive restaurants in the city, sipping wine older than Dazai himself. The lighting was dim, music soft, and everything waiting. He’d picked the place to impress. If the kid wanted luxury, he was about to choke on it.

All that remained was for Dazai to walk through the door. And somehow, Chuuya already had a feeling nothing about this arrangement would go as planned.