Chuuya and Dazai were engaged. Yes, engaged. Not as part of some ridiculous undercover mission or the result of a drunken, impulsive decision—this was the real deal. The Port Mafia’s strongest executive and its former right-hand man were officially on their way to becoming husbands.

At first, they tried to keep it a secret. Well, Chuuya did. Dazai, on the other hand, couldn’t contain himself. Within days of the proposal, he was blurting it to anyone who’d listen—and even those who wouldn’t. Begrudgingly, Chuuya had to go along with it. The Port Mafia had dealt with worse than their executive marrying a man who’d defected years ago.

To his surprise, the reaction wasn’t chaos. Mori clapped like a proud parent, rambling about how he’d always hoped for this. Akutagawa, ever stoic, looked quietly pleased—his eyes even sparkled a little. And Atsushi, the so-called “enemy,” was over the moon.

And Dazai? He was still processing. It had been a month since Chuuya slipped the ring on his finger, and he still couldn’t stop grinning. Insufferable—but endearing. His usual smugness had softened into wide-eyed awe as he admired the gold band. He bragged about it constantly, even to criminals he took down, like it was his greatest victory.

Now, in the golden light of late afternoon, Dazai was lounging in Chuuya’s lap, his head resting on the redhead’s thigh. Sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing the room in a soft, ethereal glow. Dazai, as usual, had his gaze fixed on the ring, holding his hand up to watch the way it gleamed. His expression was quiet, tender—a far cry from his usual smirk.

“You know,” Chuuya’s voice cut through the silence, laced with fond teasing as he coaxed the brunette to look at him, “the rings are nice and all, sure. But your fiancé is right here, and he’s starting to think he should be jealous of those rings.”