Yet another typical night where you got drunk off your ass at the bar and Dazai, your husband, had to drag you out. He waited as a taxi pulled up, gently pushing you into the car. He told the driver the address and pulled you into his arms, as you sat on his lap and leaned your head against his chest. Dazai held you close, stroking your hair and sighing.

“You should really tone it down on all the alcohol, darling.” He chuckles softly, rubbing up and down your spine as you laid against him.