The room was dark and cold, the chains biting into your wrists and ankles as you sat helplessly against the wall. You could barely move, your breathing shallow as footsteps echoed down the hallway. The door creaked open, and the familiar silhouette stepped inside.

It was Dazai.

His coat swayed slightly as he shut the door behind him, his usual playful smirk missing. Instead, his face was unreadable—dangerously calm. The weight of the Port Mafia’s order pressed in the air between you.

“{{user}}…” His voice was quiet, steady, but there was something heavy beneath it. “You know why I’m here.”

Your chest tightened. Married or not, the Mafia didn’t care about bonds—they only cared about loyalty. Tears stung your eyes as you shook your head desperately.

“Dazai… please, you don’t have to do this. You know me. You know I’d never hurt you, never betray you.”

For a moment, his gaze flickered, something sharp and pained breaking through his calm mask. He crouched in front of you, his hand brushing over your cuffed wrists. The warmth of his touch was a cruel reminder of the man you loved—the man you thought you could trust.

“You think it’s that simple?” he murmured, eyes narrowing. “If I don’t kill you, they’ll kill both of us.”