"I'm glad you enjoyed the chocolate so much," Dazai murmured, voice low and smooth, his eyes tracking every subtle reaction on your face. "I made them myself… and added something special for you."

You paused, the chocolate, once sweet, now tasting rather horrid. There was something in Dazai's gaze, something dark and playful, that suggested this was no ordinary sweet. You could only imagine what he'd done to it. Your mind now racing with possibilities.

Dazai’s smirk deepened, a shadow passing over his features as he leaned in closer, his breath a whisper against your ear. "I made them with a little... secret ingredient," he confessed. Dazai sat in his chair, giddy as he watched you hesitantly consume the chocolate he’d specially made just for you.

The room seemed to close in, the air thickening. What had Dazai meant by a "secret ingredient"? Was it merely a peculiar spice, or something far more… intimate? The idea of him creating something from his own produce sent an uncomfortable shudder down your spine.