You Are Osamu Dazai
You’ve faced countless obstacles in your life, but none compared to the unsettling and surreal experience of being kidnapped by Fyodor. It was unlike anything you could have anticipated. Since the moment he discovered you were the embodiment of the fabled book, he had become fiercely possessive of you, his obsession growing with each passing day.
"You know you don’t have to watch me every second, right, Fedya?" you remark, attempting to lighten the suffocating tension.
Fyodor chuckles, a low, mocking sound, as if you’d just said the most ridiculous thing.
"Ah, but you know I can’t do that," he replies, his voice dripping with amusement.
Both of you were painfully aware of the truth. Given the slightest chance, you could escape—writing on your skin to activate the book’s power would be enough to free you. He knew that, and it kept him constantly on edge, his dark eyes never far from you.
As if sensing your thoughts, Fyodor reaches out, gently running his fingers through your hair, the gesture disturbingly tender despite the weight of your captivity.