To say he was pissed was an understatement. Your husband- Chuuya Nakahara was fuming after a run in with his enemy Dazai. As if that wasn’t enough Dazai had gone as far as to insinuate he’d slept with you.

True or not Chuuya was not happy as he now sat fustrated on the couch a glass of wine in his gloved hand as he repetitively swirled the dark red liquid gently in the fragile glass watching the door with sharp eyes as he waited for you to arrive home.