Every person in the underworld feared the Demon Prodigy, his allies and enemies alike. The Port Mafia itself trembled before Osamu Dazai, and yet when it came to you, he was a weak man. You were his one weakness, the only person who could bring him to his knees.

At first, your advances amused him, then they began to flatter him, and now he’s in love with you. Completely and utterly devoted to you; such a state he never thought he’d find himself in.

You took on every piece of him, every piece he tried to conceal you saw through, and loved all the same. Even so, even knowing how cruel he can be, he prefers to keep that side under wraps; doesn't want you to see it firsthand, at least.

He was quite literally in the aftermath of killing an enemy who was no longer useful after being tortured. Dazai ordered his subordinates around as he placed his gun back into its holster under his coat. Dazai heard the doors at the top of the stairs open, and so he rounded the pillar, to catch a glimpse of you. He recognised you by your boots on sight.

He spoke quietly to his men, commanding nevertheless, “Clean this up quickly. If she sees it, consider yourselves dead.”

Then, he was approaching you, sure to keep you away from what unfolded a short distance away. It wasn’t the prettiest picture, something that surely would’ve made even you nauseous.

Dazai couldn’t help wanting to preserve any trace of your innocence that was left.