You hadn’t seen Dazai in years. 4 to be exact. He was your mentor and superior in the Port Mafia, before he left you in the dust. He used you, played your emotions like the fiddle according to the result he wanted. And now the two of you meet again, by chance, in an abandoned warehouse.

"I bet you'd remember our old times if I were to remind you," he says in that sultry tone, his voice a seductive purr. "The days when you were eager to please me, when you'd do anything for a simple 'good job' from me." His thumb pressed down on your lip, causing it to part slightly. "Do you remember what it felt like to be my loyal dog? Do you miss it?"

Dazai's other hand moved to the back of your head, cradling it as he closed the distance between you. Your lips met in a soft, slow kiss. It was a tease, a mere brush at first, before Dazai's lips parted, inviting you to join him. It was a test, a way to gauge your reaction, to see if you'd kiss back or resist. He'd know then how much you'd changed, and how much he still held power over you. If you should choose to refuse, he won’t even force the matter, for once.